VINNIE PAZ

VINNIE PAZ - Role Of Life lyrics

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Life, this role of life

This is Rock of Gibraltar rap

The Springfield M14 show you where the coffin's at

You motherfuckers don't belong in rap

Fuck with me you got a better chance taking an abortion back

You lack flavour, put some sauce on that

I went to the Great Wall, put my fist through and walked through that

Where this motherfucker's fortune at?

I'm a levitate his body, make it spin like a Laundromat

Motherfucker I was born to rap

I've been making records wild long, never did a song that's whack

How many have accomplished that?

I was wild as a young boy, shouldn't have put moms through that

Vinnie Paz been to Nam and back

I ain't never put the guns down cousin so my palms is black

You a bitch, I ain't involved with that

I got a big trunk and that's where Vinnie keep all of his corpses at

Life, this role of life

Silverback Gorilla walk through the minefield

We don't see eye to eye how you define real

Y'all are wondering if I'm out of my mind still

I just need some liquor and pills and I'm chill

I run with Puerto Rocks, Morenos and vagabonds

And Paz will shoot this motherfucker up like Barrie Bonds

I'm like a military doctor, Vinnie carry arms

My shit is military proper, Vinnie carry bombs

I kick in the door like BI did

And the automatic weapons look like TI crib

Vinnie fat, you'll never see my ribs

I don't call it loading bullets, I refer to it as feed my kids

All I think about is slaughtering y'all

This little motherfucker named Charles Hamilton is harder than y'all

It's in the garbage with y'all

Listen to all you Myspace rappers, I'm a father to y'all

I write in the rain, turn beautiful night into pain

I turn life into a frightening game

I don't have love in me, it's just ice in my veins

My fist Hammer of Thor, I Tyson the game

This rap shit deep in my heart

Y'all was sleep from the start

But that just led to unbelievable art

And on top of that the god is unbelievably smart

My bare fists turn trees into bark

Y'all don't want any improvement at all

Y'all are devils, y'all are torturing the rule of law

My mind is a computer of war

And it's typically the biggest motherfucker that'll usually fall

Give me one take cousin, the god out

A forty of

The forty Glock popping your eyes out

Now you never get a chance to see what the god 'bout

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