Raw Is War 2003 歌词
| 歌曲 | Raw Is War 2003 |
| 歌手 | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| 专辑 | Visions Of Gandhi |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| this is not like any other fight | |
| I've been in, there's nothing these kids can do to stop me, its gonna be a night of pain...scratching (sample) | |
| Verse 1: Vinnie | |
| PazWe heavenly devine, that's why we steadily shine,and put a steel mic through an enemy's spine. | |
| My voice got power like if ten of me rhyme.and gettin in my face mean its weaponary time. | |
| Look at you, studying my every rhyme,banging this, listening to every line, have em rewind. | |
| Vinnie Paz will fight vicious, | |
| Y'all easier to fuck with than white bitches. | |
| We nice with this, ya'll better stand still | |
| Must have forgot the fact | |
| Vinnie Paz ill. | |
| I doubt y'all, hologram the outlaw,ya'll muhfuckers is never right like southpaws. | |
| Thats why | |
| I doubt ya'll, ya'll ain't raw,wettin' you with a 45 caliber claw. | |
| You wanna see the last kid | |
| I battled before? | |
| Then check his fuckin brains where it splattered the wall. | |
| Chorus: Sample | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie | |
| PazYou're forced to fight, when | |
| I'm scorchin' the mic, | |
| My source of life, holy, like the corpse of | |
| Christ.You lost your life and | |
| I'm the sorcerer right? | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz rhyme have you lost in the light. | |
| What ya'll muchfuckers think you flossin' tonight? | |
| Gimme that, matter of fact, toss me your ice.we steel, my clique is too ill,and ya'll, ya'll more bitch than | |
| Dru Hill.But the true skill that comes through me,is from bangin' on hell freeze by cool-c. | |
| Ya'll don't move me, ya'll at war with the veteran,with a digital trigger finger like the lederman.the vendetta man, | |
| I know where my hearts at, | |
| I'm the better man, so don't start that. | |
| When I bomb back, burn fuckin leeches,send you to hell to see more shells than beaches. | |
| We eliters, we from | |
| Hamburger | |
| Hill,science and math combine with supreme skill. | |
| My team ill, | |
| I'll send you to hell fast,the cream build, you buried in | |
| Belfast.Chorus: | |
| Sample |
| zuo qu : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| this is not like any other fight | |
| I' ve been in, there' s nothing these kids can do to stop me, its gonna be a night of pain... scratching sample | |
| Verse 1: Vinnie | |
| PazWe heavenly devine, that' s why we steadily shine, and put a steel mic through an enemy' s spine. | |
| My voice got power like if ten of me rhyme. and gettin in my face mean its weaponary time. | |
| Look at you, studying my every rhyme, banging this, listening to every line, have em rewind. | |
| Vinnie Paz will fight vicious, | |
| Y' all easier to fuck with than white bitches. | |
| We nice with this, ya' ll better stand still | |
| Must have forgot the fact | |
| Vinnie Paz ill. | |
| I doubt y' all, hologram the outlaw, ya' ll muhfuckers is never right like southpaws. | |
| Thats why | |
| I doubt ya' ll, ya' ll ain' t raw, wettin' you with a 45 caliber claw. | |
| You wanna see the last kid | |
| I battled before? | |
| Then check his fuckin brains where it splattered the wall. | |
| Chorus: Sample | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie | |
| PazYou' re forced to fight, when | |
| I' m scorchin' the mic, | |
| My source of life, holy, like the corpse of | |
| Christ. You lost your life and | |
| I' m the sorcerer right? | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz rhyme have you lost in the light. | |
| What ya' ll muchfuckers think you flossin' tonight? | |
| Gimme that, matter of fact, toss me your ice. we steel, my clique is too ill, and ya' ll, ya' ll more bitch than | |
| Dru Hill. But the true skill that comes through me, is from bangin' on hell freeze by coolc. | |
| Ya' ll don' t move me, ya' ll at war with the veteran, with a digital trigger finger like the lederman. the vendetta man, | |
| I know where my hearts at, | |
| I' m the better man, so don' t start that. | |
| When I bomb back, burn fuckin leeches, send you to hell to see more shells than beaches. | |
| We eliters, we from | |
| Hamburger | |
| Hill, science and math combine with supreme skill. | |
| My team ill, | |
| I' ll send you to hell fast, the cream build, you buried in | |
| Belfast. Chorus: | |
| Sample |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| this is not like any other fight | |
| I' ve been in, there' s nothing these kids can do to stop me, its gonna be a night of pain... scratching sample | |
| Verse 1: Vinnie | |
| PazWe heavenly devine, that' s why we steadily shine, and put a steel mic through an enemy' s spine. | |
| My voice got power like if ten of me rhyme. and gettin in my face mean its weaponary time. | |
| Look at you, studying my every rhyme, banging this, listening to every line, have em rewind. | |
| Vinnie Paz will fight vicious, | |
| Y' all easier to fuck with than white bitches. | |
| We nice with this, ya' ll better stand still | |
| Must have forgot the fact | |
| Vinnie Paz ill. | |
| I doubt y' all, hologram the outlaw, ya' ll muhfuckers is never right like southpaws. | |
| Thats why | |
| I doubt ya' ll, ya' ll ain' t raw, wettin' you with a 45 caliber claw. | |
| You wanna see the last kid | |
| I battled before? | |
| Then check his fuckin brains where it splattered the wall. | |
| Chorus: Sample | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie | |
| PazYou' re forced to fight, when | |
| I' m scorchin' the mic, | |
| My source of life, holy, like the corpse of | |
| Christ. You lost your life and | |
| I' m the sorcerer right? | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz rhyme have you lost in the light. | |
| What ya' ll muchfuckers think you flossin' tonight? | |
| Gimme that, matter of fact, toss me your ice. we steel, my clique is too ill, and ya' ll, ya' ll more bitch than | |
| Dru Hill. But the true skill that comes through me, is from bangin' on hell freeze by coolc. | |
| Ya' ll don' t move me, ya' ll at war with the veteran, with a digital trigger finger like the lederman. the vendetta man, | |
| I know where my hearts at, | |
| I' m the better man, so don' t start that. | |
| When I bomb back, burn fuckin leeches, send you to hell to see more shells than beaches. | |
| We eliters, we from | |
| Hamburger | |
| Hill, science and math combine with supreme skill. | |
| My team ill, | |
| I' ll send you to hell fast, the cream build, you buried in | |
| Belfast. Chorus: | |
| Sample |
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