Ikon the Verbal Hologram
Yeah
You frontin style to me
Its war when the beat drop
Just anotha mothafucka gonna see Pac
You the type thatll run when the heat pop
The type thatll hide a gun when he see cops
But not me, Ill aim a thirty-eight at they crown
Show up the next day at they wake with a frown
Yeah, and then Ill laugh at the widow
Have my man Stoupell blast through the window
Foul when I was young but I survived karma
Drop bombs like a b-25 on ya
Yeah, its vietnam in the trenches
Just keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit Ls
And study classical verses by Big L
We came up in the game at the same time
And read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Break when I touch the microphone I usually rock it… soldiers dont like it? Then youre psychotic… its on to the death til we settle the score
Im a mothafuckin baboon
Hit you with thirty seven stab wounds
Bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb
You scared of the rain, you fear weather
Im hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror
Ill be ready for war with suede timbs on
Yall aint ready to brawl until Vins gone
Wont stop till you dead in hell
Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy eh-grendel?
Was bred to fail, yeah, because the beast in all of us
I was rockin Diadoras while you was eatin porridge
I was listenin to the Hilltop Hustlers
While you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
You was playin little games with your fathers
I was robbin mothafuckas for they Starters
You a novice, and Im a old vet
And I was there when the heavens and the globe met
Break
Yeah
We aint safe if the bomb exists
So I side with the Vietnamese communists
If you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist
And we can bust a fuckin cap and see if God exists
I scarred your wrists, with a poisonous rusty razor
If its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour
And it aint safe no more
Aint safe in the mothafuckin place no more
Get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw
You the type of fagget we aint got the patience for
We break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah
But if its beef then we be sprayin your neck with a four
I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop
So protect your fuckin neck like a cough drop
I let the four shot, from different latitudes
So keep it movin like a bitch that got an attitude