Raw (feat. Vinnie Paz)

I run with Puerto Rocks, Morenos
Costa Ricans and some Guidos
My bullets quick and fly around your head like they mosquitoes
The mark they leave inside your body smaller than a needle
The fiends here get they rock and roll like they the Beatles
I'm from Philly and the killers on the block is my people
And that's regardless of the fact they moving rock and diesel
It ain't nothing for me to bust a fucking shot at people
For me to run up on your spot and bust a Glock at people
And my fam, they waiting patiently to clap a round
My hands are strong enough to spin the Earth and crack the ground
My crib like a gun store, Vinnie keep the heaters
And fucking with me only gets you close to meeting Jesus
Your man'll try to battle Pazienza, he's in pieces
That goes for anybody else that Vinnie P competes with
I'll die for any of my cousins that I run the streets with
And for the motherfuckers that I share the M-I-C with

It's starting to boil, stepping out the crypt and the morgue
A hockey mask over my face, a butcher knife in my palm
We murdering y'all, Random Luck, Jedi Mind, gun to the jaw
We clapping metal 'til we finish you off
I'm just a ghost doing recon, exposing the clones
With the skull of Geronimo I'm a mandolin hold
We the coming of the messiah, getting rid of the pork
Chopping the beef like a butcher in the kitchen of gore
I'll fucking batter you, shatter your fucking clavicle
Tactical individual creating these lyrical fucking miracles
On the steps of the White House, ramming the doors
Shaking the motherfucking pillars 'til the government falls
With that raw shit coming out the mouth of the beast
A mercenary upon the altar, ready to feast
My piece is pulled, pointed at you, ready to blow
The saga begins, kiss the ring of Don Corleone

I'm the motherfucking Fourth Reich, Black Nazi, cut with a knife
Party like Gatsby, bring a torch to the fight
We made it dark streets, chicken shit, I can hear your heartbeat
Your whole steez constantly reminds me of gynecology
Punk you pussy in this game, there's no room for rookies
My jockstrap is tinted so fuck your larynx
Our shoes big as us, you couldn't fill 'em with a cement truck
A vet like that, so protect your necks and stuff
Extortion, plagiary, assassination, perjury
Erase history, pages missing from the books remain a mystery
It's all conspiracy, really a theory, it's reality
Seriously if it's evil then it falls into my category
Rape these tracks like it's statutory
Invited to Ron Jeremy's orgy, that's totally another story
We that fucking popular, nightbreed like Dracula
The way I flip shit you'd think I invented the spatula

Yo hold tight, let me recite my words sparking
This gold mic is like fighting Tyson in the dark in
A back alley, I rally my people for the breakthrough
Cali to the fullest, Random Luck always stay true
The real deal, underground sound, living prophecy
A new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey
Gotta be the policy, constantly they follow me
Tapping my home phone so they can know who's calling me
Cold blooded and rugged, they taking your rights back
Now's the time to rise up, we ready to fight back
Armed with facts, we spit the truth to the masses
Conspiracy theories surrounding government actions
They tactics controlling your passion, they stashin'
Classified documents so nobody knows what happened
Collapsing the buildings, you're asking for loose change
We digging for answers, leave us hanging like Hussein