Vinnie Paz - Nineteen Ninety Three lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Nineteen Ninety Three lyrics]
Yeah yo E, what up God?
Stomping in the forty below
Troopers and all that
Triple fat goose jackets know what I mean?
Alright listen come on
Yeah
Yeah there's a rumble and money
Got crushed into rubble
For fakin' the funk inside
The concrete jungle
DJ Eclipse on the cut with Bill with him
Sucker MCs well you can go to hell with him
Well this is a war here, it's Vietnam here
The Five-Percent Nation of Brothers
Of Allah here whether he good or not
You soft as a Pudding Pop he ain't halal
But he got cut in the butcher shop
You can't touch the mic
You don't deserve to
If he didn't learn too
Then he getting burned too
The Kings and Queens are
Rebuilding they throne
With hardcore drums that's as ill as J-Zone
Suckers are petrol, so they better let go
'Cause I'm the human lightning
Bolt like Electro y'all ain't stepping up
Cause y'all ain't deaf'n up
Yo, DJ Eclipse just cut the record up
You laid in the dirt and
Got put into a hearse
Suckers try to battle but they
Get they heads burst
Aye, y'all couldn’t move me
I cut 'em like sushi
The word is a gun and it’ll spray like an Uzi
I built with the Gods until
Knowledge is born on 'em
It took a little while for the
Science to dawn on 'em
You fade like a barber
My blade was just sharper
The Son that was born was
The same as the Father
None of y'all could come before
Me or come after me
You fucking with Paz then it
Could be a catastrophe
Knowledge is infinite
You couldn’t live with it
Suckers will fade and get
Played like an instrument
Nothing can harm me, why tryin' to bar me?
You couldn’t fuck around with
Paz with the Army
Thirty-two bars of death will shut 'em up
DJ Eclipse on the wheel, so cut it up
Stomping in the forty below
Troopers and all that
Triple fat goose jackets know what I mean?
Alright listen come on
Yeah
Yeah there's a rumble and money
Got crushed into rubble
For fakin' the funk inside
The concrete jungle
DJ Eclipse on the cut with Bill with him
Sucker MCs well you can go to hell with him
Well this is a war here, it's Vietnam here
The Five-Percent Nation of Brothers
Of Allah here whether he good or not
You soft as a Pudding Pop he ain't halal
But he got cut in the butcher shop
You can't touch the mic
You don't deserve to
If he didn't learn too
Then he getting burned too
The Kings and Queens are
Rebuilding they throne
With hardcore drums that's as ill as J-Zone
Suckers are petrol, so they better let go
'Cause I'm the human lightning
Bolt like Electro y'all ain't stepping up
Cause y'all ain't deaf'n up
Yo, DJ Eclipse just cut the record up
You laid in the dirt and
Got put into a hearse
Suckers try to battle but they
Get they heads burst
Aye, y'all couldn’t move me
I cut 'em like sushi
The word is a gun and it’ll spray like an Uzi
I built with the Gods until
Knowledge is born on 'em
It took a little while for the
Science to dawn on 'em
You fade like a barber
My blade was just sharper
The Son that was born was
The same as the Father
None of y'all could come before
Me or come after me
You fucking with Paz then it
Could be a catastrophe
Knowledge is infinite
You couldn’t live with it
Suckers will fade and get
Played like an instrument
Nothing can harm me, why tryin' to bar me?
You couldn’t fuck around with
Paz with the Army
Thirty-two bars of death will shut 'em up
DJ Eclipse on the wheel, so cut it up