feat. Des Devious
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[Vinnie Paz]
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Allahu Akbar, everybody just be calm
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That's the word passed down from the Imam
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It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong
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It's only measure, is time, the God's eons
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So I suggest you follow Allah way
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Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle's of raw way
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That's what the Lord say, you ain't ready for that
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You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that
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And nobody wanna be there
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They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare
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Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rockin' ya fam
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And I fight against the army with a rock in my hand
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A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts
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Exchange entire theories of God by spittin' two darts
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But I just wanna people to build
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And did Imam Hussein, know that he would be killed?
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[Chorus 2X: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious]
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We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah)
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We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll)
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We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
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We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed)
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[Des Devious]
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I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit
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My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits
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Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist
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Send the block, ya body's grindin' you, and to the abyss
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But that's some, sick shit, I only do when I trip
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Or when I'm, chillin' motherfuckers runnin' they lip
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That's when I, start the procedure, of body beatin' you into a seizure
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Your crew is standing there staring lookin' like non believers
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I felt 'em standing and staring that's when I pulled the heater
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My ratchet cookin' these faggots, I make 'em all see the
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Fact of the matter is, the cue don't back down
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This ain't no slap down, you gettin' clapped clown
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So don't be runnin' around, talkin' all this and that
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That's female shit, type of shit that get you trapped
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Into a dark corner, rope pullin' on ya
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Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Vinnie Paz]
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I'm ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out
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Comin' through the fuckin' door with the gats out
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Let the blood rain down and drip on ya skin
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Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs
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I'm the illest fuckin' rapper alive
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Give me 16 shots, I can clap you in five
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I have to survive, have to get my money and shine
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Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom
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I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something
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For everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something
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Come on money, that's some cold shit, wishin' me dead
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So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin' in red
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[Chorus]
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Verses Of The Bleeding
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Jedi Mind Tricks |