Violent Rage - Sicknature

All these other cats are dick faces

I lift trains and throw 'em at airplanes

Spit flame — switch lanes — my fist make chins ache and my spit could even

strip paint

I think great like Alexander

Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas crawling up your pants like

they mad at ya

Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes

Immortalize, get the blow torch, cauterize

Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth

I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth

Stomp ya head flat, penetrate ya brain with a boot, ya skull with ya teeth

Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps

Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep

Burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street

It’s the code of the street

Here’s an award

Fry the umpire

Live by the sword

You’ll probably die by gunfire

(Sicknature)

My rap is like katanas, severing heads in a splatter

On beats colder than the era that buried the mammoth

Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt

And bring a divine pain like the hammer of Thor landed in your nuts

Smashing them to dust, when Bill & Paz is on the cut

You´ll feel like ya dived in a tub with a high voltage gadget while its plugged

If you´ll snooze on this heavy weight greatness, best stay awake then

Like having sexomnia next an AIDS patient

All that happy rapping is dead

My shit sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the

head

Crucial rage music, with a mood that would slay cupid

I never kicked in the door, I bazooka´d my way through it

Me & Bill produced Seven for Army Of The Pharaohs

And threw these shit producers a party in the gallows

We´re an alliance that solidly silence the comedies

Spit is wild, a clear reflection of a violent society

(Vinnie Paz)

I’m only here for the money dummy get it and leave

Ain’t no second chances here you don’t get a reprieve

You better off murkin yourself or catch a disease

Cause fuckin round with Vinnie you ain’t destined to breath

So whether if it’s violence or a question of peace

I don’t give a muthafuck you getting fed to the beast

I use ya warm blood turn it from the bread to the yeast

Walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest

I carry heavy shit let the thunderclapper blam

Like Mitch Blood Green beat in front of Dapper Dan

It’s only darkness when you go for the assassins hand

Don’t even speak to me without the use of proper gram

You a shook one pissin in ya dungarees

When you rhymin on stage it’s only tumbleweeds

I’m a death stalker yall are fuckin bumblebees

You betta bacdafucup like you was Sonny Seez