Hollow Light Severed Sun

Yeah yeah One Two yeah He got the Derringer, he got the fifth He got the Panama, he got the piff He like an animal, he got the gill He with the Sufis, and he with a bid He in his mental and physical prime He moving weight, it's not nickels and dimes He like a DAT in a digital time Aleister Crowley and ritual rhyme Demons and nephilim virtual dream That is a part of the personal theme That dummy give you a verse for a bing That dummy dirty he work with the fiends You doin' nothing I'm licking a shot You ain't got nothing you piss in a pot You be in a lift and I be in the drop I be with my family, you be with a opp Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah You been in hiding we went to your house You ran up the stairs and You left from your couch You knew he was there just To dent in your mouth You look like a rat but you dead like a mouse I was in county I went for the ride Hopped in the whip and attempted to slide Used to be peace but the sentiment died You was a thief and the rest of you died He getting money he borrowed like bocce He moving keys just like he Liberace He nice with the hands but He good with the shotty The new projectile gon' rip Through your body Out here in Philly it's cold and it's dark Nobody smilin' and nobody talk Nine out of ten will be holding a hawk Twenty years later and who would've thought Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah Yeah, yeah, yeah woah --- Hollow Light Severed Sun - Vinnie Paz