Vinnie Paz — Karma

[Intro] What goes around comes around What goes around comes around What goes around comes around [Verse 1: Jon Quest] K.A.R.MA, comes around if you do dirt for the pennies In my lifetime fair share I had plenty Credit card scams times I brought the mans with me I had to dash quickly Switch places with my Mom's whip A get-away driver I'm the gyp That's my story bet I'm sticking to it Bumping ??? music, these devil's I'm hearing got a boy influenced I'm riding, see Jesus in the passenger Vinnie, Hubbs, and Jon, guaranteed a massacre Don't let my age fool you I got jewels like Africa Time to come clean for my sins like they damage ya Life's so real against those chills Shit I can't escape from my bars ??? Mama said I'll have days like this, but Karma's a bitch 26, broke, raising kids like this [Verse 2: Hubbs] It come's around full circle When you planting foul seeds but the ground too fertile Trying to stay on track yea I found a few hurdles But my shortcuts turn into my worst wounds Thinking back to my foul ways Grown man stuck in my child days A fast buck turns into bad luck Bagging up, getting bagged up, mad as fuck In the back of a paddy truck, god damn I've had enough Young and wild acting like I never had enough But in reality had more than the average does Took for granted what was granted to us Hands are cuffed like damn look what it's landed us Doing dumb shit, to pressing down thumb prints Got a bright future so I'm begging for a sponge mix Man it never had to be this way But either way still see him in my dreams today [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Still paying for shit I did back in '94 A disrespectful asshole, just a wild bull My momma told me that's not what I was designed for Headphone's playing Black Flag My War You don't wanna be locked up behind bars Don't want to see the big monsters in the lime walls You don't understand the purpose of divine law Rick Ross can rhyme, but he ain't a crime lord Why you think they shot his mafuckin' ride for? Cause you can tell he ain't gangster from his eyeballs I wrote graffiti first time I saw Style Wars Me and my father watching Three days of the Condour I'm just trying to enter the greatness of God's door I'm just trying to see through the fakeness of cyborgs Being stupid ain't something I'm trying to die for My son Marciano who I got to ride for