Vinnie Paz - Righteous Kill

I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with The blind motherfucker in the village Bryce Howard My brain only function proper in the night hours You might own a fucking label but the mic ours My shit hi-tech lord like a plastic bomb An asshole, I punch people with glasses on Anybody disagreeable we mashing on I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand An encore is the only thing that you clapping on I’m a pitbull pussy, you a papillon A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm All I hear is danger, all I see is danger All you hear is “run, run, here come danger” Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya All I hear is danger, all I see is danger All you hear is “run, run, here come danger” Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill Drink 40s, smoke el, push the white and krill I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fightin’ Phils I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills From the city where the most fearless of fighters was filmed The city where we have the most street veterans still The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter Anything can move god if you sell it proper And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas But I’m raw with the right hand Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man I bury you with the snitches under the white sand