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Vinnie Paz "Battle Scars" feat. Army of the Pharaohs - Hear It First
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Rap
Apathy
Apathy
Rap
Celph Titled
Celph Titled
Rap
Esoteric
Esoteric
Rap
Crypt the Warchild
Crypt the Warchild
Rap
Reef the Lost Cauze
Reef the Lost Cauze
Rap
Planetary
Planetary
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Danny Caiazzo
Danny Caiazzo
Songwriter:in
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Songwriter:in
Chad Bromley
Chad Bromley
Songwriter:in
Mario Collazo
Mario Collazo
Songwriter:in
Seamus Ryan
Seamus Ryan
Songwriter:in
Marcus Albaladejo
Marcus Albaladejo
Songwriter:in
Sharif Lacey
Sharif Lacey
Songwriter:in
Todd Neubert
Todd Neubert
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Danny Caiazzo
Danny Caiazzo
Produzent:in

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What you try to communicate that's, uh, uh, revolution, that's in for—
No, no, no, all we try to communicate is, uh
Number 1; you've been brainwashed since the day you were born
Number 2; you've gotta do a lot of work to even do any of your own thinking
And, we're trying to communicate the destiny is within our hands
Ayo, my body bionic, biceps can bench press a Soviet rocket
They talkin' but, nobody want it
Leave your whole city haunted like aftermath of atomic
Nuclear Winter just started, my raps are fuckin' retarded
Bars deeper than the barnacles on shipwrecks
I scribble text, grip TEC's, flex the index
Then send a barrage of lead that'll lodge in your head
And all of your live shows will have them mirages instead
Holographic like the Antichrist will return
That's why they cyclin' CERN so the righteous will burn
I got the rifles and learned how to reload
How to block off the road and let the Molotovs explode
It's Louis V upholstery
I'm bad news; Engelberg and Ogilvie (Hahahahahaha)
They back ar-Raqqah diplomacy
I keep it close to me, it's supposed to be
Dominicano that knows Harlem
A muhfucka want get it shakin'? It's no problem (It's no problem!)
Minarets and a gold column (Alhamdulillah!)
Kingship, brandish the sceptre like old Sodom (Hahahahahaha)
Ah, the Glock 30 on 'em
Evil eye, it curses on 'em
Sorcery and serpents on 'em
May Allah bestow His mercy on 'em
Ah
The back of the blick got a fuckin' turkey on 'em
Plot to set the GPS to alert me on it (Yeah)
When I find 'em, I'ma line 'em like the opps be doin'
Got me zoomin' in a Tessie with the akhis shootin'
From the place where them real life zombies be movin'
Philly goofy, shit a movie, we survivin' through it
They say back the blue, that's not what I be doin' (No)
'Cause when I see 'em, they doin' the shit that I be doin' (Yeah)
It's The Season of the Pharaohs, and I'm locked into it
Raw bars from the soul, playin' Posdnuos
And, it's a domino effect, so we Capicu 'em
Walls come tumblin' down, we turn your spot to ruins
Painkillers, y'all funny styled, Shane Gillis
Sea' kill this track, bring the Thunder like, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Brains feel this style enhanced, so legendary
Bring the pad with me, I'm a rap necromancer
Black Panther, push an elk antler through your chest (Ahh)
This ain't what your family meant when they said to do your best, a brutal death
Eso rushin' like a twenty-man tag team
Last scene, mountin' heads on walls like a flat screen
Blaspheme, that's what you do, when the money's due
Lyin' ass rapper, motherfuck you too
I brought the, Gory Oratory, now your squad feo
You lack the skill and, we have the bills like Jerod Mayo
Y'all copied our style, we let y'all live
Now we gotta clean up the fuckin' mess y'all did
We had to step in, y'all kept fuckin' the money up
Had to trim the fat, gave that bitch a tummy tuck
Tell them loose lips to button up, 'cause we ain't such and such
I don't settle scores, I drop game and run it up
Society is filled with bunch of lames and sucker ducks
Can't tell the difference between a thun and dun, dun, dun
Yoke the Joker, guard your grill and knuckle up
Y'all can't leave a legacy, 'cause y'all ain't done enough
Drink Hennessy from sundown 'til Sun is up
Dump the product, cut it up, all y'all luck is up
Uhh, the mainstay, scientists study my brainwaves
There's more choppers 'round me than an Atlanta Braves game (Believe it!)
I never change, I don't even like to change planes
Direct flight then hop into a car, where your dame wait (Hey! What up?)
Bang bang, had that bird hollering. "Gang, gang"
When it comes to her, we are all in the same gang
Like MC Hammer said;
They threw me into a pool of sharks not realizin' I was the hammerhead
Legendary like your grandmammy banana bread
I put a red dot on your nose like you were leading Santa's sled (Oh)
These rappers' lives different when their cameras dead
Y'all starvin', worried about how another man gets fed
Fuck up your home loan with Rocket Mortgage
When these rocket coordinates (boo) hit your front door, it get morbid
Swell your dome, try to disguise the attack (Can't hide it)
But you gon' look like Erykah Badu in one of them stupid-ass hats (Hahaha)
In fact, the bro's corrosive, the flows I write acidic
And you snakes know the ropes, a cobra died when I bit it (Grr)
So factor this in, you an actor with a pen (Uh-huh)
Your raps are the equivalent of, "I'm askin' for a friend" (Friend)
Bitch, I've got a special brew made at Camp Lejeune
In the '80's from a green lagoon bottled by Marine platoons (Wow)
Blurt out obscenities like I've got Tourette disorder (Fuck!)
I plan to blow off your beak, and that's my peckin' order (Grr)
Written by: Chad Bromley, Danny Caiazzo, Marcus Albaladejo, Mario Collazo, Seamus Ryan, Sharif Lacey, Todd Neubert, Vincent Luviner

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