Brothers Of The Stone, Vinnie Paz - Meditation lyrics

I stay focused like the sights
Through a snipers scope
Coming for your throat assassins
Hidden in the moat
Underneath the kings boat
So, it's set in stone like tales
Of gladiators from ancient rome
I'm something you can't own
Like eternal life
What I don't live to see my
Words will through this mic
I'm the type to write bars
When I sleep at night
Get samples like an archeologist
On a dig site if this kid's right then me an
My fam are all wack
But that's as likely as my
Dead friends comming back
Reenact war scenes of a great conquerer
When I spit bars to
Inspire like a philosopher
Been clockin' ya but the
Truth your excusing a
World calculated like the change of evolution
There's no retribution when the
Last drink's served
So until it's time to strike
We wait and observe

Yo, clear your mind always analyze
A situation prepare for meditation
Grab ur herb sacks deal
With facts and dedication

Take ten steps then draw and
Then the ratchet out
On warpath since season of the assassin's out
Either sippin' on some goose
Or a massive stout
It's no fear Amir Khan knock a faggot out
Vinnie ready for a war with no provocation
Y'all a bitch I'll never
Fight a sovereign nation
I ain't a rapper shooting
Guns is my occupation
The 4 fifth is ridic' an
It'll rock your face in
Y'all know that Paz is a beast an I
Don't give a fuck Vinnie blast the police
Give me the stash or the leaf
Y'all al be the same mother
Fuckers getting mashed over beef
The fucking gutter is my home
I'mma cut the mother fucking head
Of whoever on the throne
(The throne is mine baby)
The box cutter to your dome
This is Vinnie Paz an the wrath of
The brothers of the stone yeah

Yo the calculator
Sat back studying mistakes in your breaks I
Can't wait till I devastate ya
Fuck God this is an act of nature
So you can show me the respect
That you give to your creators
In the battle, we'll take the high ground
Knowing that I meditate
Daily burn a zoogie then I lie down
My heads out walking the sky's town
I use patience with an acquaintance or
Two an bring a tight sound
Rapping round your windpipe now
Take your confidence
We take compliments bring it
Back like it's reconnaissance
Think your a player but you're on
The bench, you speak the nonsense
See you acting dame like you're Judy Dench
The entrants are the calm
Ones with napalm bombs
Thats dropping out the mouth
Making dark songs
Heads ain't keeping their part strong
We sit back calculate
Meditate then we march on