Vinnie Paz, ILL BILL, Goretex - Father Yod lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, ILL BILL, Goretex - Father Yod lyrics]
- Toilet? training one years - Hm
Have you started teachin' here
At the hospital? - For urine tests
- Pardon? - Urine tests
Yeah, it's a couple of rocks from the crowns
(Move up) and the shooters on the roof so
It's dots on the ground (They waitin')
It's a sly-fi that's a bump
Stock on the pound
This shit is heavy and you can
Go blind from the sound (pa pa pa)
It was mortalita out there, solid and brown
(Perico) the old head caught a leg
Shot and hobble around
(You walkin' around here)
These banana clips, homie
They the size of a gown (They long)
Better to die ten toes down
And lie on the ground (Never, B, never)
Y'all ain't doin' what y'all rappin' (Never)
It ain't talkin' here, lil' homie
It's all action (It's all action)
You ain't poppin' you ain't realer
(You ain't realer) so let it go ahki 'cause
Time is the great healer (It is)
Perc 10s I'm feelin' a lil' woozy
(Woahh woahh)
What type time you on this is a real UZI
(Brrrr)
I started clippin' the shit was a real movie
(yeah) my baba gave me game and
Shit was revealed through me (RIP papa)
My shooter named UZI his pops
Named him after it's UZI
We on that demon time
Pazuzu gave acid to Lucy
We laid in groundwork, make the 4 pound twerk
Have the Nina stay loaded then blow
Her 'til her mouth hurt
I name my Desert Eagle, Desecrated Evil
Celebrate and raise the people when
My Desi sprayin' people i'm a
Cross between BILLY and new approved BILLY
Used to chain smoke bogies like
The chimney do really
Used to see the slowest tune
Thought it was cool
Should've listened when uncle Howie told me
Not 'til I'm a fool
Most of the time I overstood what not to do
He thought he tried to school me and tell
Me that shit is not for you
Had to learn my own lesson though
A close friend of mine died
Messin' with blow laced with fentanyl
Addict done stretched the coke
Seein' them stretched out in the
Coffin left my mental broke
And I don't wanna be the next to go
Calibrated like Mayan sacraments
We stuffin' mattresses
'87 Accords, no seats, controlled massacres
Sharpshooters, Henny blood shakes
For pain management
Strange DeMeo jeans all laughin'
Holdin' medallions with across counties
I got fiends that look like Morton Downey
Bodegas with artillery runs
Up in the older Audi
If yo' hand's not bleedin'
You not shootin' straight
Luger aim to the improvers it's
Just a putrid game
Grenade launchers like the Armed Forces
Trudgin' through the Projects in sheep skin
Realter than corpses
My depression leave 'em fuckin' nauseous
Raviolis popped in my grimace
When holdin' a Taurus
Fatih shells in bags shippin' from Honduras
It's like a hundred goons when
I hit the booth
Terry Melcher in the grave he
Never swear the truth blood is big business
Shots through your town coupe
The Russian comin' straight
Through you soundproof turn your gown blue!
- Have you've been hearin' voices
Tellin' you to do things? - I I know
I know what the voice box is used for
- Can you tell me? - Hot and cold
- What does that mean, I don't understand
- The air conditioning
Why my vocal chords were used straightforward
- Do you sometimes feel as
Though you're a robot?
- That is a Jehovah's Witness, yes