Vinnie Paz - God of the Serengeti

Uutta levyä pukkais taas vaihteeks.
Soolona mennään tällä lätyllä.

mitäs vittuu tää sit on

ei kyllä paskakaan toi cheesestacks

mutta väsy äijä toki, ei stoupea korvaa tollaset pimputukset

sais sekin vitun alkaa tehä biittejä taas tai julkasta wattafuk

taitaa olla pojilla jotain beeeeffiä ja cheesesteikkiä ku eivät julkase yhdessä näin olen ymmärtänyt

tällästä se nykyään

Tälläisiä hienoja vanhoja kappaleita, jossa vielä "my man Stoupe on the boards". Tää oli näitä ilman Jus Allahia olevia. Lyriikka on kovaa, "hieman" tuota islam paskaa, mutta kun itse vihaa lähes kaikkia uskontoja niin mikä sen parempaa. Brutaalia ja agressiivistä. Tähän joku cheek riimi. Shotti päähän jne. Sokat irti.

[Vinnie Paz]
My brain's on another lever than yours
You could only comprehend half of what my memory stores
I only walk through the heavenly doors
And never try to see the penitentiary walls
I walk barefoot on the equator
With the mental acumen of Bob Lazar
My frame can't be explored by y'all radar
My name can't be absorbed in God's quasar
So why try and stay around this hell
12 tho from all the 12 tribes in Israel
They call me Ishmael, lord of the seas!
I take your life quick, gone in a fucking breeze!
You don't deserve to breathe, your brain thoughtless
While I'll remain in the same spain fortress
The pain's gorgeous, and love is torture
And anyone who tell you different is a matyr

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm from the pits of hell
Escaping from an Egyptian cell
I dedicate this to the saints that's doing bids in jail
You fucking kids are frail, and we're the purest form
And the biology of magic is a gorgeous psalm
My deepest thoughts are strong, and I'm unbreakable
You wouldn't overstand, you're humanly incapable
My appetite for blood is gruesomely insatiable
And I'm a righteous thug that's brutally defacing you
And you don't want no war -- it ain't a game, Daddy
I'll spit a bunch of slugs into your fucking frame Daddy
You just a fucking crumb, my clique is hustling jums
I'll spit a rap at you to liquify your guts and lungs
But the devil made me do that
Fighting for the rights of islam-arm with two gats
But y'all knew that, we was coming for blood
And your body's the perfect specimen to put in the mud

[Vinnie Paz]
I civilize the savages, while you support gay marriages
Evil demons and the Jesus of Nasareth
I keep my blade more sharper than the cactuses
I keep grenades in my parka for the pacifists
And you can't lie to God, cousin
You can't lie to the great Master Fard, cousin
It's a facade, cousin -- they wanna lie to you
They wanna tell you that the government is reliable
They wanna tell you that islam is dangerous
When everybody know the christians are the blame for this
Cuz it's the truth, deal with it
But you complain everytime I'm real with it
I'm bout to kill critics, and then take 'em to war
And teach 'em how to put their love and faith in Allah
Or I'm breaking their jaw, or I take 'em to burn
Cuz that's the only fucking way the pagans will learn

vääpeli kyl mä noi stoupen homilut tiiän, se jonku toisen vosun kaa tehty levy oli ihan jepa silleen

Kyllähän toikin ihan laatu tuotantoo on mut homoilua silti

Ei saatana vaan pääse yli tästä Jus Allahin versestö tässä remixissä. jumalauta että on soinu ja soi vielä jatkossakin.

Jos tolla pilvenpoltolla pystyy tekeen yleensäkin mitään niin

D1ckhed kirjoitti:

Uutta levyä pukkais taas vaihteeks.
Soolona mennään tällä lätyllä.

Lainaus :

Lyrics:

Verse 1
A knife in my palm, sharper than a sniper in 'Nam,
Righteous Islam, hypocrite that fight to be calm,
My life is just torn, bi-polar, icy and warm,
My life in a song, the reason why the Vicodin gone,
A bison is born, an army of God, Michael is born,
The Iranian Fission secrect of the Hydrogen bomb,
The bible is gone, y'all are watching a Viking perform,
And the Nine Millie loud so the silence is drawn,
Alive from the war, i don't believe in crying at all,
I'm a manic depressive, never get excited at all,
I'ma live forever, don't believe in dying at all,
I was born peaceful, i was never violent at all,
Then my father died, that was like a knife through my core,
Any love i had inside me, not alive anymore,
Lion of war, Joseph Dredd, i am the law,
I'm the reason faggot rappers can't thrive anymore, yeah.

Verse 2
My little man will blow your face off,
I flatten out bodies, i ain't talking 'bout a race horse,
Murder every rapper then i break off,
Scheming on his mo' fucking money, burn, made off,
Y'all is always pussy, so stay soft,
The only time beef is mentioned around me is for steak sauce,
I work harder than y'all, it's no days off,
The knife work scratch and cut you up like main sauce,
My fam' walk around with hawks on 'em,
Big mo' fuckers, infra-red dots on 'em,
And ain't a mo' fucker that can box with 'em,
Razor under the tongue and keep an Ox with 'em,
Hard body rap, God of the Serengeti,
I'm a sinner, i'm the God of the seven deadly,
Everything i do hard then it's legendary,
I spit sixteen bars then you dead and buried.

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aika kova hype tällä levyllä meneillään
tulee vinniestä pian underground-mainstream artisti

Vähä different beat bitches

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