Текст песни Vinnie Paz - Nosebleed (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man)

Season of the Assassin
Жанр: Rap / Hardcore Rap / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Vinnie Paz
Альбом: Season of the Assassin
Длительность: 03:04
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Ruin your idol, I’m glued to the Bible and my rifle, losing your title Instead of shooting you’re suing for libel Everybody hate me cause I stay true to the facts The Ku Klux Klan hate me more than Jews and Blacks Yeah, you over for certain, you can pray to whoever Jehovah, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Mother Mary the Virgin Is it the violence that the TV taught us? I grew up worshipping Charles Bronson, John Rambo, and Chuck Norris Pazienza the Pazmanian Damien rapping the pain he in Cracking your cranium, I’m macking mahogany at the Palladium I’m Bruce Leroy, you Eddie Arkadian I got the gat and the black ? Arabian I’m waterboarding like Dick Cheney And yo back at the first day of my birth The moment I was born I was condemned by the Catholic Church Warsaw battling the streets we inhabited I’m sugar like Ray Robinson, you ain’t even saccharin Leaving you staggering making an impact New York, we created this rap This a blatant attack, East Coast we taking it back, c’mon [Chorus] Life is love, death, pain Hate nothing ain’t left ain’t nothing to gain Life is love, death, pain Hate nothing ain’t left ain’t nothing to gain [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I’m letting this motherfuckers live, it was truly compassion I’m brutally bashing cause I’m steadily losing my passion Tell Louie to stab em or to shoot em with two different Magnums I’m usually packing carry hawks like I’m Julian Jackson I’ll rob em for Gucci, I’m a thief, these are Lucifer’s actions I’m a provider, I’m a messiah, Jesus’ assassin I don’t think it’s anybody living truly could match this I slaughter Buddha through the computer, Medusa’s companion A lot of rappers wanna beef with the lion Ain’t too many people that’s as fucking lethal as I am I feast em and fry em, Vinnie so at peace with the violence I exercise absolute power, peace to the tyrants I’m old school like quarter waters and eating in silence You new school like faggot rappers competing for prizes I’mma send you to the afterlife speak to Osiris And when he ask you why you there tell him the lethalest virus
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