Vinnie Paz - Philo: Metatron: Wisdom lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Philo: Metatron: Wisdom lyrics]
Esta es mi familia (This is my family)
Por ella doy la vida (That's why I die for)
Por ella vivo y por ella muero
(That's why I live and die for)
Yo, Oh No, what up papa?
This that slime shit rIP sean Price
RIP phife Dawg
Love, peace, and fight for '93
Let 'em know Pazzy
Removed by the council of the
Masters of a teacher
The process went much deeper, I'm a believer
I turn batiman body into ether
The fellow sufferer who want to stand to God
Neither son talked wild and they popped
Him like Don Diva
I told my shooter not to put
The body on a VISA
The son beast need more base, I called Giza
Marc Anthony knew a death before Caesar
Give 'em the business and then send 'em
To where the ghost is at armed heavenly arm
Gucci over the shoulder strap
Where my fucking soldiers at?
All over Jehovah map
Make the toaster clap and put two
To your spine like Moses back
This how you supposed to rap
How you fucking roast a track?
This is where fiction and
Non-fiction can overlap
Fronting like you ain't intimidated
But you know it's that
A worker just a worker
So tell me where the all the coka at
It's that wise older brother
The murderous raspy voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
You should've let me chill, leave me be
It's that wise older brother
The murderous rapping voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
So calm down clown 'fore I
Bring the pound down
Enscribed in a cunieform text on a cylinder
In Babylon we're forced to shoot
It out like Dillinger
They talk of revolution
But nobody is willing to
The way to deal with Lady
Liberty is by killing her
A wise man said, "A good scotch never spoils"
The same man said
"A watched pot never boils"
I had every intention to rock
But it got foiled
The cavemen still can't live on hot soil
The PSAK just splashed 'em in the vestibule
The brain matter looked like vegetables
My philosophy of living isn't too technical
The Yves Saint Laurent is
Ready to wear reputable
The Desert E 50 cal big as a rhinoceros
The four sided monument, they call it
"Black Obelisk" pressing it in every cell of
The body like phosphorus
I don't do it simply
It's simply God consciousness
It's that wise older brother
The murderous raspy voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
You should've let me chill, leave me be
That wise older brother
The murderous rapping voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
So calm down clown 'fore I
Bring the pound down
Nosotros decíamos que había tres caminos
Nada más para la ganga
Era: cárcel, muerte y hospital
Sabemo' que somo' gangsters
Sabemo' que somo' locos
Sabemo' que lo tiramos por todo
Por el todo por nuestra ganga
¡Y por ella vamos a morir! ¡¿Ah?!
¡Y por ella estamos viviendo!
Por ella doy la vida (That's why I die for)
Por ella vivo y por ella muero
(That's why I live and die for)
Yo, Oh No, what up papa?
This that slime shit rIP sean Price
RIP phife Dawg
Love, peace, and fight for '93
Let 'em know Pazzy
Removed by the council of the
Masters of a teacher
The process went much deeper, I'm a believer
I turn batiman body into ether
The fellow sufferer who want to stand to God
Neither son talked wild and they popped
Him like Don Diva
I told my shooter not to put
The body on a VISA
The son beast need more base, I called Giza
Marc Anthony knew a death before Caesar
Give 'em the business and then send 'em
To where the ghost is at armed heavenly arm
Gucci over the shoulder strap
Where my fucking soldiers at?
All over Jehovah map
Make the toaster clap and put two
To your spine like Moses back
This how you supposed to rap
How you fucking roast a track?
This is where fiction and
Non-fiction can overlap
Fronting like you ain't intimidated
But you know it's that
A worker just a worker
So tell me where the all the coka at
It's that wise older brother
The murderous raspy voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
You should've let me chill, leave me be
It's that wise older brother
The murderous rapping voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
So calm down clown 'fore I
Bring the pound down
Enscribed in a cunieform text on a cylinder
In Babylon we're forced to shoot
It out like Dillinger
They talk of revolution
But nobody is willing to
The way to deal with Lady
Liberty is by killing her
A wise man said, "A good scotch never spoils"
The same man said
"A watched pot never boils"
I had every intention to rock
But it got foiled
The cavemen still can't live on hot soil
The PSAK just splashed 'em in the vestibule
The brain matter looked like vegetables
My philosophy of living isn't too technical
The Yves Saint Laurent is
Ready to wear reputable
The Desert E 50 cal big as a rhinoceros
The four sided monument, they call it
"Black Obelisk" pressing it in every cell of
The body like phosphorus
I don't do it simply
It's simply God consciousness
It's that wise older brother
The murderous raspy voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
You should've let me chill, leave me be
That wise older brother
The murderous rapping voice
They waiting for what I spit
MCs get dealt with
That's why somebody got to bleed
So calm down clown 'fore I
Bring the pound down
Nosotros decíamos que había tres caminos
Nada más para la ganga
Era: cárcel, muerte y hospital
Sabemo' que somo' gangsters
Sabemo' que somo' locos
Sabemo' que lo tiramos por todo
Por el todo por nuestra ganga
¡Y por ella vamos a morir! ¡¿Ah?!
¡Y por ella estamos viviendo!