Vinnie Paz, Jakk Frost - Hebrew Tau lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Jakk Frost - Hebrew Tau lyrics]
One, two yo, Oh No, what up papa?
Yeah, sun still shine, you nah mean?
I call my brother sun 'cause
He shine like one you nah mean?
Pack Pistol Pazzy pistol Gang Pazienza
Listen
Carefully wrote L's, I order loud liquor
Son talked loud and he died with a whimper
Shooters in the cut like they
Hold a fine scissor
The Huguenot watch is in the toxified liver
You need somebody popped? We'll
Rock for five figures for less
We could touch him and
Leave him alive limbless
Giant Rambo knife all of y'all bitches
Gut a muhfucka, pa, lie with the fishes
Allah word always gon' justify the Deen
(Dīn) especially since the end gon'
Justify the mean
This the confession of revelation of a king
The most high, whole dedication to the ring
The orientation and resurrection of the queen
The glorification and insurrection
Of the being
Every variety of thought is obscene
The falsehood lies in the walls of the dream
Yeah niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
No high hopes, so there's no disappointment
Just another fly in the ointment
Y'all are like poison
This is why the TEC stay pointed
Emphatically non-cypher and disjointed
Them jump out boys'll smoke to stay anointed
Fam got jammed on the lamb and they pointin'
Tried to keep peace and got
Stuck in the middle when son got touched
I got tucked for a little
The Pyrex like Benihana when
The white cooking
The K-Frame turned his brain
Into rice pudding
We tried sight to the blind
But the night took him
We stay high like a 95' Dwight Gooden
I reorganize a circumvent still
The banishing ritual of the pentagram real
It's always in accordance with
Something that y'all feel
Magical philosophy
Something that y'all kill yeah
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
Yeah, sun still shine, you nah mean?
I call my brother sun 'cause
He shine like one you nah mean?
Pack Pistol Pazzy pistol Gang Pazienza
Listen
Carefully wrote L's, I order loud liquor
Son talked loud and he died with a whimper
Shooters in the cut like they
Hold a fine scissor
The Huguenot watch is in the toxified liver
You need somebody popped? We'll
Rock for five figures for less
We could touch him and
Leave him alive limbless
Giant Rambo knife all of y'all bitches
Gut a muhfucka, pa, lie with the fishes
Allah word always gon' justify the Deen
(Dīn) especially since the end gon'
Justify the mean
This the confession of revelation of a king
The most high, whole dedication to the ring
The orientation and resurrection of the queen
The glorification and insurrection
Of the being
Every variety of thought is obscene
The falsehood lies in the walls of the dream
Yeah niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
No high hopes, so there's no disappointment
Just another fly in the ointment
Y'all are like poison
This is why the TEC stay pointed
Emphatically non-cypher and disjointed
Them jump out boys'll smoke to stay anointed
Fam got jammed on the lamb and they pointin'
Tried to keep peace and got
Stuck in the middle when son got touched
I got tucked for a little
The Pyrex like Benihana when
The white cooking
The K-Frame turned his brain
Into rice pudding
We tried sight to the blind
But the night took him
We stay high like a 95' Dwight Gooden
I reorganize a circumvent still
The banishing ritual of the pentagram real
It's always in accordance with
Something that y'all feel
Magical philosophy
Something that y'all kill yeah
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang
Niggas out of line
Then we hit 'em with them thangs
You can see the blood still
Dripping from my fangs
First you hear the click-click
Then you hear the bang
Then you hear the bang, bang, bang