Vídeo musical
Vinnie Paz - As Above so Below (2020) underground hip-hop | hardcore rap | underground rap | hip-hop
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Vinnie Paz
Künstler:in
Johnny Burgos
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter:in
Ismael Diaz
Songwriter:in
Andreas Jorbon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Caliber
Produzent:in
Letras
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, one-two
This Kalashnikov, dead air, Wolverine silencer
Leave your body full of blood clots like an islander
The Springfield armory is long like a kilometer
The Koenigsegg Agera had the craziest odometer
This young boy spillin' blood here on the hood block
Papi like to cook rock, Joni missed Woodstock
He headed uptown and he lookin' for Mantequilla
This muhfucka's talkin', it sound like a Santería
I got a plug, but he kinda weird
I be with my ahkis and they all have Lou Albano beards
Everything marble, and Joselyn Grand Chandeliers
This is ammunition and it's Pancho Villa Bandoliers
We gon' put the squeeze on the work, it's a known leverage
This Four-Five gon' hit the spot like a cold beverage
The strap ravaging, it look like roux
Gimme room, muhfucka, let me cook my food, toma!
Man, the only thing I know for sure is that we're gonna die
You know that nothing's guaranteed
Except that we will rest in peace
So until that day I go to war and sing your lullaby
And I will rock your head to sleep, 'til I fulfill my destiny
Yeah, this the season of smoke
And the uniform density the reason it float
Y'all awoken a sleeping giant, now the demon invoked
Allah's the most merciful, the beacon of hope
This a landstrike weapon, I will launch harpoons
While y'all dummies eatin' cereal and watch cartoons
I will go upside your head like Vidal Sassoon
I will blow the infrared, I will call my goons
He a bitch, bein' bitch is the reason that he snitch
Blow a muhfucka wig, Season of the Witch
So high, look like we Korean from the piff
The hole I'm diggin' for you much deeper than a ditch
This G-22 and it burn like it shit liquor
Now everybody dead and his family sit shiver
You pump fakin', akhi, listen, I ain't feelin' none of that
And death real, homie, you can never get your brother back
Man, the only thing I know for sure is that we're gonna die
You know that nothing's guaranteed
Except that we will rest in peace
So until that day I go to war and sing your lullaby
And I will rock your head to sleep, 'til I fulfill my destiny
Written by: Andreas Jorbon, Ismael Diaz, Vincent Luviner
