Vinnie Paz — Flat Line

Ayo Paz, yo Blac I rep Official Pistol Gang all motherfucking day [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Clap at you fast, no safety on the ratchet Gats play chess like crazy with the gabbit Bus ride motherfucker staying on the transit Drugs like babies, real gracefully I handle it I don't think lames could understand it Boxcutter Pazzy from the faces that I damage I put your fuckin' brains in the Atlantic To fuse y'all fuckers with your cainery and panic You talk about hammers, and I'll talk 'bout mine When I'm fucking with the scramblers, I'm on cloud nine Yeah, you disrespectful then it stomp out time Batty Boy covered in a fuckin' chalk out line I'm the name that pop up when you talk 'bout grime I'm the name that pop up when you talk 'bout shine And the big black heavy metal four-five mine I'm a G, cocksucker, never cross that line [Hook] Rap game gone, flat line It's all over, today is the day we gonna 'em Flat, frame, fall, flat line We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em [Verse 2: Zilla] Check it Yo call me Zilla, I'm a monster with clap and kicks The reason alone, you niggas pushing albums back You got a squad, but I doubt you crack Every release that you ever drop could be bundled in the value pack Political rap, my man's caught a bullet in Nam Sitting twisted in the buggie with a seed in his arm What's the motive when the reason is harm We in the ghetto everyday fighting demons with a badge and baton I got six million ways to pop, hustle to get it When the odds stack higher than knots, struggle to live it You ain't never felt the burn from lead So I'm never catching the L, I just focus how to earn my bread You down with OPG, I'm down with Paz and Blac You down with dope emcees, my title proves that fact Ain't a city that could pull my slack The red beam is an invitation to hell, once I pull that back [Hook and Sample] "In America, ah people are uh, treated very much and uh, the police are there to contain us, to brutalize and murder us." [Verse 3: Blacastan] And now's over with the livest rhyme killers Knowledge unfolding, is the rise from the sacred five pillars Conquest the conquer, pillage your village Respect god, play hard, even in a live scrimmage Face squads that call, we tarnish their image Viking style, celebrate with barrels of Guinness And shoot outs, we replenish when the clicks is finished Getting head on the couch, watching Venus play tennis I hold a mic like Jeter hold pennants It's tragic like Troy Davis in his ?? From the ending to beginning, figure eight stay spinning I'm infinite, you can't bust off, nigga you impenitent Sound waves travel underwater like sonar I'm stealth, I can't be detected by radar Probably in a fly car, with the seats reclined It's Vinnie, Zilla and Blac nigga, flat line