Nineteen Ninety Three

Yeah Yo E, what up God? Stomping in the forty below troopers and all that Triple fat goose jackets Know what I mean? Alright listen Come on Yeah Yeah there's a rumble and money got crushed into rubble For fakin' the funk inside the concrete jungle Dj Eclipse on the cut with Bill with him Sucker MCs well you can go to hell with him Well this is a war here, it's Vietnam here The five percent Nation of Brothers of Allah here Whether he good or not, you soft as a Pudding Pop He ain't halal, but he got cut in the butcher shop You can't touch the mic, you don't deserve to If he didn't learn too, then he getting burned too The Kings and Queens are rebuilding they throne With hardcore drums that's as ill as J-Zone Suckers are petrol, so they better let go 'Cause I'm the human lightning bolt like Electro Y'all ain't stepping up, cause y'all ain't deaf'n up Yo, DJ Eclipse just cut the record up You laid in the dirt and got put into a hearse Suckers try to battle but they get they heads burst Aye, y'all couldn't move me, I cut 'em like sushi The word is a gun and it'll spray like an Uzi I built with the Gods until knowledge is born on 'em It took a little while for the science to dawn on 'em You fade like a barber, my blade was just sharper The Son that was born was the same as the Father None of y'all could come before me or come after me You fucking with Paz then it could be a catastrophe Knowledge is infinite, you couldn't live with it Suckers will fade and get played like an instrument Nothing can harm me, why try bomb me? You couldn't fuck around with Paz with the Army Thirty-two bars of death will shut 'em up Dj Eclipse on the wheel, so cut it up --- Nineteen Ninety Three - Vinnie Paz