[Vinnie Paz]
Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm
That`s the word passed down from the Emonh
It came from the Qu`ran, it can`t be wrong
It`s only measure, the time, the God`s eons
So I suggest you follow Allah way
Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle`s of raw way
That`s what the Lord say, you ain`t ready for that
You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that
And nobody wanna be there
They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare
Now it`s back to the topic at hand, I`m rockin` ya fam
And fight against the army with a rock in my hand
A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts
And change ya entire theories of God by spittin` two darts
But I just wanna people to build
And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed?
[Chorus 2X: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious]
We comin` for blood (in the name of Allah)
We comin` for blood (and we ain`t playin` with ya`ll)
We comin` for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
We comin` for blood (if you ain`t loyal, you killed)
[Des Devious]
I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin` my shit
My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits
Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist
Send the block, ya body`s grindin` you, and to the abyss
But that`s some, sick shit, I only do when I trip
Or when I`m, til them motherfuckers runnin` they lip
That`s when I, start the procedure, of body beatin` you into a seizure
Your crew is standing there staring lookin` like non believers
I felt `em standing and staring that`s when I pulled the heater
My ratchet cookin` these faggots, I make `em all see the
Fact of the matter is, the cue don`t back down
This ain`t no slap down, you gettin` clapped clown
So don`t be runnin` around, talkin` all this and that
That`s female shit, type of shit that get you trapped
Into a dark corner, rope pullin` on ya
Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner
[Chorus 2X]
[Vinnie Paz]
I`m ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out
Comin` through the fuckin` door with the gats out
Let the blood rain down and drippin` ya skin
Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs
I`m the illest fuckin` rapper alive
Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five
I have to survive, have to get my money and shine
Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom
I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something
So everyone who thought I wouldn`t be alive or something
Come on money, that`s some cold shit, wishin` me dead
So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin` in red
[Chorus]
