Tesla’s Ghost, Conway The Machine, Ray Vendetta - Fedoraz lyrics

Yeah! yeah! The Machine the Vendetta
Niggas know how I fuckin'
Go about it man The Ghost
I spit in your fuckin' face nigga
London to Buffalo
Knamean? Tesla what up nigga!
Conway what's good Know what I do!

Look, scientifically, mathematically
Sporadically spray the 'matic you
Know that automatically
He had the battery in his pack
Now he a casualty
It's sad but see he had to be wet
Man what a tragedy
I'm askin' these niggas who nice with
The pen and pad as me
I'm the Machine you ain't no
Fuckin' match for me (Not at all)
A fifth of Henny set the mood right
As I grip the semi and your moves light
Rocked a and my jewels bright
You worked at Best Buy my niggas moved white
Every rapper is food when I do rap
My brothers said we 'bout to
Blow homie don't lose sight
These niggas ain't killers they
Just rap niggas fuck around and get your
Fuckin' wig clapped nigga
I keep it strapped nigga
Put you on your back nigga
I'm the Machine, it's a wrap nigga

Blow the marley
Spliff shotta' from the ring
Couple twenties left
'Gnac, couple styrofoam cups
Spittin' phlegm on steps
Faded high bent to the left
Plottin' to get back
Informers telling fibs on the clique
We can't accept that
Fights I never ran from
Swollen knuckles from uppercuts
Mans are usin' tampons funny boys
On the up and up talkin' beats
I slap you face and tell you walk the plank
Above the rim I used to shoot
The pill and move with shanks
My uncle let me hold his 22 in '91
He told me take and look and pass it back
I was stunned in his Beamer rollin' round
The bit's licking blots
Bought me crêpe and comics told me
Keep a watch for cops
Flash forward YSK, pushin' stolen whips
Test some rap with drivers, flip the gears
Manoeuvre swift
Runnin' from the Feds at my honey's
House we were tired out
Clowns tried to sucker punch killer
We had to ride out

All the AK clips bananas
We cruising through pumice in
The black Vimanas
That why there's drama turn
Into Purple Heart sagas
Blunt heads open up with purple hand katanas
Chow mein brain, chow down on your weak frame
See chow and skate
I'm Chow Yun-fat with the gauge
Creatures hangin' off the wings of the plane
Foo Fighters, all you fuck boys are biters
You tried to emulate the ghost in the shell
Ghost post shells
That crack you like the Liberty Bell
I'm in Hell, in special flame proof cells
Tibetan Monk stand against you, man on fire
I'm on that, slugs through your papaya
I'm on that Hall & Nash, bottled red tops
Head shots, Glocks, gold lead pops
Slow a sucker down in his tracks
You hit the dead stop
Luxury flights in orbit's with
The Black Knight moon rocks in the pipe
I'm divin' off the satellite
I am the law, enforce it with the white bore
Buckshot lead, I drop you like the wild Boar
Listen, are you ready for the def finale
I ride pillion, spraying off the black Harley
Ninety yards moving target, you shrouded
Direct headshot, I doubt it