Vinnie Paz, R.A. The Rugged Man - Razor Gloves lyrics

It's not a possibility you
Could ever survive
That's just the logicality of
The Devil inside
Any ounce of goodness in me was never revived
Disconnected or completely connected with God
The hell-hound spellbound where destiny lie
The bells sound, nailed down, the effigy cry
A couple rappers want a
Beef they respectfully die
They ended up losing they teeth
But I left them alive
I crush a skull with one hand
The other a spine
I snap a motherfucker head
He dead on the dime i carve a muh'fucker up
Like Geppetto with knives
That's the magic of the
Persian and Arab design
That's the marriage of exertion
Inertia defined that's the savage that was
Perfectly nurtured in time
I put pacifists in caskets
My version of crime
I'm an assassin and my passion
Is bursting your mind boxcutter Pazzi!

God of the Serengeti

Sirens and ambulances in the streets
There's race riots and panthers
And cops hosing down innocent bystanders
Hand grenades and shanks, automatic bullets
Pray to the banks government emergency
Military sending in tanks
How did I get in this position?
I'm sick of living Kevorkian vision
And bridge jumping
Razorblade wrists slitting
In the car garage carbon monoxide sniffing
Wine glass full of cyanide, sipping
Russian roulette, the chamber's spinning
Death by my own manslaughter
I'm going out like Ernest Hemingway
And his sister and his brother and
His father and his granddaughter
Society losing religion
There's too much heat in Lucifer's kitchen
Never know if a politician's
Speaking truth or fiction
You spit with true conviction you'll be
The victim of a crucifixion
The hangman will leave you from a
Noose swinging and ruin your mission
Not every punk on the street is recruitable
These snitches will start singing and turn
The police precinct into a musical
Most these thugs is snitching-ass cowards
You ain't nothing but somebody's bitch in
Prison getting dick in the showers
Too many sleeping on me like narcolepsy
My weapon arsenal is deadly
I'm definitely an artist
They ain't ever market it correctly
Piss on the pavement in the public
Jerk my dick on the Fox News
Police piss me off
I'll pull it out and piss on they cop shoes
Come on

G-O-D of the Serengeti

You gonna turn this robbery to a homicide
The Desert Eagle is lethal, evil personified
Dominicans here take you for a dollar ride
You want beef you gonna lose
God stop his vibe
I don't respect life, pussy if you die
You die most high, Rastafari, I and I
I'm always gonna keep it gutter
Like a five and dime
And when I die the prophecy gonna stay alive
Yeah, and y'all should study all
The things that's written
About the Roman Empire and
The Kings of Britain
Merlin exists and manuscripts
Have been forbidden
And understand that King James is
A piece of fiction
My box game like Ant Tarver i'm no fool
I'm old school like my grandfather
Ain't nobody take my punch
That can stand conscious
Psychologically imbalanced
I'm a man's conscience

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God of the Serengeti god of the Serengeti
G-O-D of the Serengeti god of the Serengeti
G-O-D of the Serengeti god of the Serengeti
G-O-D of the Serengeti god of the Serengeti