Vinnie Paz, Randam Luck - Raw lyrics

Brat! Yeah
Big Louie Doggs randam Luck what up?
Jedi Mind ?
Pistolvania it ain't a game baby


I run with Puerto Rocs
Morenos, Costa Ricans, and some Guidos
My bullets quick and fly around
Your head like they’re mosquitoes
The mark they leave inside your
Body smaller than a needle
The fiends here get their rock and
Roll like they’re the Beatles
I’m from Philly and the killers on
The block is my people
And that’s regardless of the fact
They’re moving rock and diesel
It ain’t nothing for me to bust
A fucking shot at people
For me to run up on your spot
And bust a Glock at people and my fam
They’re waiting patiently to clap a round
My hands are strong enough to spin
The earth and crack the ground
My crib like a gun store
Vinnie keep the heaters
And fucking with me only gets
You close to meeting Jesus
The man that tried to battle Pazienza
He’s in pieces
That goes for anybody else that
Vinnie P competes with
I’ll die for any of my cousins
That I run the streets with
And for the motherfuckers that I
Share the m-i-c with

It’s starting to pour
Stepping out the crypt and the morgue
A hockey mask cover my face
A hunting knife in my palm
We murdering y’all, Randam Luck, Jedi Mind
Gun to the jaw
We clap the metal till we finish you off
I’m just a ghost doing
Recon exposing the coast
With the skull in Toronto or I’m
A man on at home
We the coming of the Messiah
Getting rid of the poor
Tapping the beef like a butcher
In the kitchen of gore
I fucking batter you, shatter your clavicle
Tactical individual creating these
Lyrical fucking miracles
On the steps of the White
House ramming the doors
Shaking the motherfucking pillars till
The government falls
With that raw shit coming out
The mouth of the beast
A mercenary upon the altar ready to feast
My piece is pulled
Pointed at you ready to blow
The saga begins
Kiss the ring of Don Corleone

I’m the motherfucking Fourth Reich
Black Nazi kraut with a knife
Party like dance
We bring a torch to the fight
We meet in dark streets
Chicken shit I can hear your heart beat
Your whole steez constantly reminds
Me of gynecology pork your pussy
In this game there’s no room for rookies
My jock strap is ten inch so fuck your larynx
Our shoes big as us
You couldn’t fill it with a semi truck
I feel like that so protect
Ya necks and stuff
Extortion, plagiary, assassination, perjury
Erase history
Pages missing from books remain a mystery
Is our conspiracy really a
Theory really it's reality
Seriously if it’s evil then it
Falls into my category
Rape these cheques like a statuatory
Invite into Ron Jeremy’s orgy
That’s totally another story
We got fucking popular
Night breed like Dracula
The way I flip shit you’d
Think I invented the spatula

Yo hold tight
Let me recite my words sparking
This gold mic is like fighting
Tyson in the dark in the back alley I rally
My people for the breakthrough
Cali to the fullest
Randam Luck always stay true
The real deal underground
Sound living prophesy
A new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey
Gotta be the policy
Constantly they follow me
Tapping my home phone so they
Can know who’s calling me
Cold blooded and rugged
They’re taking your rights back
Now’s the time to rise up
We ready to fight back
Armoured factions spitting true to the masses
Conspiracy theories surrounding
Government actions
Their tactics controlling your passion
They’re stashing classified documents so
Nobody knows what happened
Collapsing in buildings
You’re asking for loose change
We digging for answers
Leave us hanging like Hussein