Vinnie Paz — Deadly Sins

[Verse 1: Doap Nixon] I feel lightning in my fingertips Swift status, I give a nigga his wings bitch Sleep on me, creep on me Throw heat on me and I'm still gon' eat homie Ill Bill from La Costra Nostra Come sideways and we’ll both revoke ya Reef got the toaster All I gotta do is whistle and my bitches'll smoke ya What more can an underground rapper say? How longer is these rappers gonna shine gay? (Faggot) First up is yay (Kanye) Second and third is yay and my shit get no play Where I'm from, yo the Jakes'll murk ya Act like you know and the fiends’ll jerk ya Three classics under my belt I just lost my comrade, I need something to melt [Verse 2: Reef The Lost Cauze] You think you BIG or 2Pac, you Nosferatu Or Ferragamos, murder, death, kill, [?] There’s no tomorrow, you won’t see the evening news Rolling G's and Jews, goose spend your time like Beetlejuice We the truth, you talking about the cat you hit Vicious as the blackened spears and sleep for half a year You only bust your gat in air Yeah you killing the clouds, having shootouts with the atmosphere You the wackest here, unable for my rap to fear You live fairy tales like glass slippers and magic mirrors Who’s the fairest? Speak the language of Arabs Sharif terror, send em to the sky like a chair lift I’m original, never jocking y’all style I steel a nigga, watch him slide like crocodile mile I’m the wild child style vile since wild style My guns go boom boom, your guns go pow pow [Hook] Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em Five niggas that’s the best in the game If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em Five niggas that’s the best in the game If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame [Verse 3: King Magnetic] It’s the heavy metal king, ain’t talking about the group though Cause I’ll beat a gun charge right through the loop hole Still down to shoot though, use em accordingly They supported me, protected what my music afforded me Disorderly, hold your beef, do them shits grimy Literally down with Doap since the mid-90s That’s right, face cringe from the syringe binge And friends bend every rule that you made within Aim and spray again, nothing like a window cleaner Talk politics up close and no leader And for the front of your eyes is binoculars You need to stop in the apocalypse to rock with us If not it’s AZ about to rock it up Doing open heart surgery on your esophagus I’mma die profitless like cult leaders Aim assault heaters at adult, leaders gonna bolt [Verse 4: Ill Bill] The game of thrones, stick you for your chains and clothes Most rappers will suck dick for cocaine and dro Ratchets explode, homie my chrome’ll rape your soul Bring twelve plagues like Moses raining toads Fuck your tongue wanted the blood Hit you in the head with an audible guns Unfortunate ones get tortured and hung The cult leader homie with the sorcerer’s tongue Heavy Metal King influence your daughters and sons You the topic of the song Shook Ones from Mobb Deep I’m harder than bricks or football on concrete Chilling in deadstock Jordans, millions of dead cops Warnings, COs, informants A hip hop Blackie Lawless, see more bodies than coroners Unfamiliar aura, peel off shotties at foreigners Grinning with pride, gorillas with militant minds You win or you die, I’ll empty the clip in your eye [Hook] Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em Five niggas that’s the best in the game If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em Five niggas that’s the best in the game If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame [Verse 5: Vinnie Paz] There's no ode to the goat, throw his body in the moat Buck fifty to windpipe, go for the throat Pussy boy rappers better hold rosary close Ain’t too many in my cypher that’s closer than Doap Throw the faggot in the water, I hope that he float Hope they ready for the slaughter, it’s awfully close I think he wanna kill himself, I offer him rope My vision is blurry, I’m seeing Allah through a scope Boxcutter Paz, John the Baptist Ain't nobody safe when I bomb you bastards Only thing I think about, Islam and gat clips Jordans, Grey Goose, bitches, and caskets I'm an ugly motherfucker, give me a fat bitch A dime is too much work, Vinnie a savage Rob a motherfucker, rip through his assets The 28 V rip through your cabbage