[Vinnie Paz]
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I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine
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I was working with God when he defined time
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I was there when the guns first let off
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There when they cut King Charles head off
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There when the CIA battled the crack
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And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt
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Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy
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Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy
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I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your wisdom
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Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison
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Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all
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And cover your body with stitches like a baseball
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I fucking lace y'all with the word of the sword
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And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
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You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
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Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues
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[Vinnie Paz]
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Fuck ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness
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Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers
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Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips
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I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips
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You fucking goons are sick, and y'all can see that
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and y'all are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak
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So lets take a walk through the tivest town
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I'm the diven science of the light and the sound
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I'm the sublime giant with the right to the crown
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I'm the divine tyrant and I'm striking you down
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So I teach my kin to attack the beast
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For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Makavis
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You wack MC's catch a hook to the head
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Cause y'all don't know about the tibetan book of the dead
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You don't know about anything that's important
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About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan
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About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan's wratch
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But I don't fuck with you, you walking down the pagan's path
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[Vinnie Paz]
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I'm a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen
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What makes me smile is another's misfortune
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I like to see your body in flames scortchin'
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I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
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I like to see inside of your main organs
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I like to see inside of your veins pourin'
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I find beauty in another's pain
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I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't fuckin' change
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I find serenity in torture
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My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author
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Its called God Consciousness
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Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness
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I stay ready for the combat
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While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at..
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I stay ready for the combat
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While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at
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The Philosophy of Horror
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Jedi Mind Tricks |