Vinnie Paz, Q-Unique - Shadow of the Guillotine lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Q-Unique - Shadow of the Guillotine lyrics]
"I have heard the young men of
Judah they acknowledge me king! As for you
You thought my father's yoke was heavy?
Wait until you feel mine!
You thought my father's taxes too
High? Mine will crush you!
How dare you speak out
Against your lawful king?
My father chastised you with whips
I shall use scorpions! I am your king!"
I stay on top of the mountain
I was a born rapper
The house of the Holy Spirit
Another long chapter
Untouched glory of God, a strong factor
The nine laws were bound
Together from psalms after
The Smith & Wesson rubber grip
Made my palm blacker
You not a MC pussy, you a reformed actor
Your whole fam is fucked up in Al-Anon matter
The Chemical Wedding of Christ
Where the gods gather
The weapon of the dead gods
Was a thorn dagger
Every verse, every Sura in the Quran has a
Nother scripture
Another picture was drawn blacker
Arabize Kurdish legacy, the storm catcher
The fuckin' MC you don't
Wanna perform after
The seventh son of the seventh
Son of his law passer
Mercy prevail over wrath from Imam ladder
16 bars similar to God's rapture
They tried to stop me at every level
And stress me and send me devils
I press 'em like Chevy pedals and
Shred 'em like heavy metal
We'll never settle for a
Minute of the spotlight
Your raps is a gat spittin'
It ain’t shot right
I caught some spittin' shots
To your brain cell
So you and George Zimmerman can
Rot in the same Hell
Capital Q stand at odds with the metal ready
And level the playin' field with
The God of the Serengeti
Keep your enemies close enough to never fall
A victim of a death plot
Keep afar and get shot
Decapitated heads drop and fall down
A flight of stairs
Like Apocalypto sacrifices
I rap to stack prices
Like Apple Mac devices, it's real brutal
And got that rock steady seal of approval
I pray to the heavens, he pray to the east
And on the Sunday San Gennaro
We parade to the feast, minchia!
Judah they acknowledge me king! As for you
You thought my father's yoke was heavy?
Wait until you feel mine!
You thought my father's taxes too
High? Mine will crush you!
How dare you speak out
Against your lawful king?
My father chastised you with whips
I shall use scorpions! I am your king!"
I stay on top of the mountain
I was a born rapper
The house of the Holy Spirit
Another long chapter
Untouched glory of God, a strong factor
The nine laws were bound
Together from psalms after
The Smith & Wesson rubber grip
Made my palm blacker
You not a MC pussy, you a reformed actor
Your whole fam is fucked up in Al-Anon matter
The Chemical Wedding of Christ
Where the gods gather
The weapon of the dead gods
Was a thorn dagger
Every verse, every Sura in the Quran has a
Nother scripture
Another picture was drawn blacker
Arabize Kurdish legacy, the storm catcher
The fuckin' MC you don't
Wanna perform after
The seventh son of the seventh
Son of his law passer
Mercy prevail over wrath from Imam ladder
16 bars similar to God's rapture
They tried to stop me at every level
And stress me and send me devils
I press 'em like Chevy pedals and
Shred 'em like heavy metal
We'll never settle for a
Minute of the spotlight
Your raps is a gat spittin'
It ain’t shot right
I caught some spittin' shots
To your brain cell
So you and George Zimmerman can
Rot in the same Hell
Capital Q stand at odds with the metal ready
And level the playin' field with
The God of the Serengeti
Keep your enemies close enough to never fall
A victim of a death plot
Keep afar and get shot
Decapitated heads drop and fall down
A flight of stairs
Like Apocalypto sacrifices
I rap to stack prices
Like Apple Mac devices, it's real brutal
And got that rock steady seal of approval
I pray to the heavens, he pray to the east
And on the Sunday San Gennaro
We parade to the feast, minchia!