Vinnie Paz, Block McCloud - Kingdom Crusher lyrics

Yeah, Pazienza, baby
The Priest of Bloodshed, Vinnie Paz
Yo, Paul Nice, it's a honor
To have you back here, y'knam'sayin'?
Knowlege knowledge! Let's cut they head off

You can sense it in the
Air, man, you better beware, because
Something wicked this way comes
We run through your district
Our guns are sadistic
Something wicked this way comes
When the hairs on the back
Of your neck stand erect, you know
Something wicked this way comes
If we display guns, all
The bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes

My level of rhyme is just
Another level of shine
My level divine, anyone on the level is dyin'
A rebel refined
Telling you that the reverend lyin'
Malevolent mind
Dump the fuckin' lead in your spine
Dead on the dime
Leave his body redder than wine
It's lead in my palm
Vinnie the fuckin' deadliest Don
I'm raw and I'm delirious like
Ed in his prime
I'm '99, Jedi Mind, baby, steadily shine
My fetty is fine
I would never regret or rewind
I would never separate the fuckin'
Bread and the wine
I would never fuckin' dedicate
The dead to Haran
I would never fuckin' educate
The heads to Haraam the rebel of crime
That was like an echo in time
It's still me, I'm just better
I'm a better design
I'm better with time, you ain't a competitor
Slime i'm Romero when he made The
Living Dead in his prime, yeah

You can sense it in the
Air, man, you better beware, because
Something wicked this way comes
We run through your district
Our guns are sadistic
Something wicked this way comes
When the hairs on the back
Of neck stand erect, you know
Something wicked this way comes
If we display guns, all
The bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes

The method of raw is just
Another level of war
You're a pussy claat rapper, duke
I said it before
I should body you for leaving all
That red on the floor hell is heaven
But you still believe that heaven is pure
Weapons'll draw, Vinnie only read the Qur'an
And if rhyming is religion, Vinnie P the Imam
Peaceful Islam
Vinnie on his deen and he calm
That's the only reason I could
Ever see through the storm, yeah
Baggy jeans, Air Max and a four-fifth
Faggot rappers in the closet like old kicks
I got my own label now, I am so rich
And got more men that's down
For me than Joe Smith
I'm addicted to vodka bottles and low shit
I'm addicted to topless models
That nose sniff
Y'all ain't never have me open
Like an old gift
Who is y'all? I been too busy to notice

You can sense it in the
Air, man, you better beware, because
Something wicked this way comes
We run through your district
Our guns are sadistic
Something wicked this way comes
When the hairs on the back
Of neck stand erect, you know
Something wicked this way comes
If we display guns, all
The bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes

Yeah, Paul Nice what's the word, baby?
Official Pistol Gang
Yo Block, que paso hermano?!