[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
yeah
You frontin` style to me
it`s war when the beat drop
just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac
you the type that`ll run when the heat pop
the type that`ll hide a gun when he see cops
but not me, I`ll aim a thirty-eight at the crown
show up the next day at the wake and frown
yeah, and then I`ll laugh at the widow
then my man stoupe blast through the window
foul when I was young but I survived karma
drop bombs like a b-25 on ya
yeah, it`s vietnam in the trenches
just keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L`s
and study classical verses by *Big L*
we came up in the game at the same time
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme
yeah, yeah, uh huh
(break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it...)
I`m a mothafuckin baboon
hit you with thirty seven stab wounds
bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb
you scared of the rain, you fear weather
I`m hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror
I`ll be ready for war with suede timbs on
y`all ain`t ready to brawl until Vin`s gone
won`t stop till you dead in hell
Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)
this bread we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this
I was rockin` Diadoras while you was eatin` porridge
I was listenin` to the *Hilltop Hustlers*
while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin` little games with your fathers
I was robbin` mothafuckas for they Starters*
you a novice, and I`m a old vet
and I was there when the heavens and the globe met
break
yeah
you ain`t safe if the bomb exists
so I side with the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist
and we can bust a fuckin` cap and see if God exists
I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour
and it ain`t safe no more
ain`t safe in the mothafuckin` place no more
get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw
you the type of fagget we ain`t got the patience for
we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah
but if it`s beef then we be sprayin` your neck with a four
I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop
so protect your fuckin` neck like a cough drop
I let the four shot, from different latitudes
so keep it movin` like a bitch that got an attitude
