Killasha
The invincible huh? Yeah yall be seein it
It is what it is indeed Stoupie
Yall be knowin huh? Let em know
Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz
Hold the device tight, when its time for a mic fight
Youre a pagan tryin to battle someone whos Christ-like
The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe
Left you bleeding into the ocean under the nights light
Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders
Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll benches till playin fear was fair game
Yall got fucked up like sex on an airplane
Thats why we cant change, we just ill
We blow trees, sip Ole Es and spit real
The clips filled with the wraith that Cain saw
Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw
Thats why the brains raw, thats why your veins pour
Thats why you copped my shit nine times at the same store
Thats why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed
And thats why the Hologram counting up cash. What!?
Hook 2x
Scratches
Lookin for rappers who wanna battle
Dont seem to understand that Im just that bad
The underground rapper whos wreckin
Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like
Killasha
Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killashas the boss
I take whats yours, pour poison in your pores
Im down for the cause my nigga, not because
My soul wasnt made to be lost, stop for the pause
I play 48 minutes hard without the calls
Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating with 44s and foul whores
Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, thatll open all doors
I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law!
Sample
Distorted…raindrops on the ground
Hook 1x
Jus Allah
Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster
Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya
Keepin Ls lit, sendin pellets through helmets
Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with
Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters
Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders
Pale niggas act jail lifers
Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers
Shoes never walk nor land, explore land
I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran
Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death
I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh
Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin
Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan
Fuckin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Yall suckas like niggas born without dicks
Scratches till end