Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi - Persian Legacy lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi - Persian Legacy lyrics]
"Usually it starts by, you know
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right next to it, or cross em out
And they will cross us back out
And then it gets into, umm you know
Maybe a fist fight
Then maybe guys gets knifed behind
It and then shooting
And then someone dies, and they might
Wanna get back at us
If they do get back at us
We go down and might kill two of them
Then they will come back and
Maybe get one of us
And we will go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don’t stop"
This is slang warfare akhi
I don’t got the time for that
This Charter Arms 5 shots spin
'em like a laundromat
Tony Rome wop shit, rocking the fedora hat
Its bloody money, bloody bodies
Homie this is horror rap
The block full of Gestapo
It's hotter than Honolulu
We military minded
And we ridin' like Shaka Zulu
Its African tradition
So you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic
Just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime
We maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy lifting
Bitches do the dishes how is you a shooter
When you shoot ’em and it misses?
This Mossberg burn ’em and it
Doing it to bridges the gun connoisseur
The philosopher of iron shit
Never sleepin'
Watching everything like it’s a firestick
Your talking real crazy for
Someone with no blicky
And I ain’t even know that
The shooter was old fifty
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
Yeah, offspring of the Juice Crew
That's part of my essence
Makhi was legend before I even
Rapped on a record apocalyptic apostle, see
I was born to rep it
I craft mathematical lessons inside a message
Sublime prime masterminds inside wide Benzes
Circling their blocks
A killers in the crack vengeance
Saw all my warriors still breathing
The saga's endless
Imagine they'll breathe
They'll birth me and piss on my passion
Manufactured and fire ghetto
Messiah blacksmith
So nice would it been a curse
Just to live my life with
Salems Lot to hells fire
The streets source to righteous
Evaded federal cases
Supreme Court indictments
For those locked in The Beacon
And trapped on Rikers Island
Hold your crown in that cell
And seek for more enlightenment
Let my lines be the strength and
Power you need to fight with
All relies on your energy, go hard and ignite
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right next to it, or cross em out
And they will cross us back out
And then it gets into, umm you know
Maybe a fist fight
Then maybe guys gets knifed behind
It and then shooting
And then someone dies, and they might
Wanna get back at us
If they do get back at us
We go down and might kill two of them
Then they will come back and
Maybe get one of us
And we will go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don’t stop"
This is slang warfare akhi
I don’t got the time for that
This Charter Arms 5 shots spin
'em like a laundromat
Tony Rome wop shit, rocking the fedora hat
Its bloody money, bloody bodies
Homie this is horror rap
The block full of Gestapo
It's hotter than Honolulu
We military minded
And we ridin' like Shaka Zulu
Its African tradition
So you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic
Just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime
We maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy lifting
Bitches do the dishes how is you a shooter
When you shoot ’em and it misses?
This Mossberg burn ’em and it
Doing it to bridges the gun connoisseur
The philosopher of iron shit
Never sleepin'
Watching everything like it’s a firestick
Your talking real crazy for
Someone with no blicky
And I ain’t even know that
The shooter was old fifty
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
Yeah, offspring of the Juice Crew
That's part of my essence
Makhi was legend before I even
Rapped on a record apocalyptic apostle, see
I was born to rep it
I craft mathematical lessons inside a message
Sublime prime masterminds inside wide Benzes
Circling their blocks
A killers in the crack vengeance
Saw all my warriors still breathing
The saga's endless
Imagine they'll breathe
They'll birth me and piss on my passion
Manufactured and fire ghetto
Messiah blacksmith
So nice would it been a curse
Just to live my life with
Salems Lot to hells fire
The streets source to righteous
Evaded federal cases
Supreme Court indictments
For those locked in The Beacon
And trapped on Rikers Island
Hold your crown in that cell
And seek for more enlightenment
Let my lines be the strength and
Power you need to fight with
All relies on your energy, go hard and ignite
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker out I swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun
I tip-toe everywhere that I go
Lay a motherfucker swear on my soul
Fuck around and run your mouth
And catch a hot one
Infra-red beams, gas mask and a shotgun