Raw Is War 2003

We heavenly divine, that's why we steadily divine And put a steel mic through an enemy spine My voice got power like it's ten of me rhyme And gettin' in my face mean it's weaponry time Look at you studyin' my every rhyme Bangin'' this, listenin' to every line Hit the rewind, Vinnie Paz will fight vicious Y'all easier to fuck wit than white bitches We nice wit this, y'all better stand still Must've forgot the fact Vinnie Paz ill I doubt y'all, Hologram the outlaw Ya mothafuckas is never right like southpaws That's why I doubt y'all, ya ain't raw Wettin' you wit a 45 caliber claw You want to see the last kid I battled before? Then check his fuckin' brains splatter the wall You forced to fight, when I'm scorching the mic My source of life, holy like the corpse of Christ Ya lost of life, and I'm the source of it, right And Vinnie Paz rhyme have you lost in the light What, y'all mothafuckers think you flossin'' tonight Gimme that, matta'' fact toss me ya ice But still, my clique is too ill And y'all, ya more bitch than Dru Hill But the true skill, that come through me Is from bangin'' All Hell Freeze by Cool see Y'all don't move me, y'all at war with the veteran Wit a digital trigger finger like the Letterman The vendetta ram, I know where my heart's at I'm the better man, so don't start that When I bomb back, burn fuckin' leeches Send you to hell, and see more shells that beaches We elitists, we from Hamburger Hill Science and math combined with supreme skill The team ill, I send you to Hell fast The cream build, you buried in Belfast --- Raw Is War 2003 - Jedi Mind Tricks