Agony Fire
[Intro:]
Monsieur le juge, ce cahier contient des notes rédigées, j'attire votre attention sur les changements spectaculaires de styles d'écriture, de tons et de points de vue, ce que vous avez sous les yeux ce sont les pensées intimes de plusieurs personnalités différentes, si vous le permettez, quelques explications...
[Verse 1: ~Vinnie Paz~]
I lick a shot in the sky, I warned ya'll your gone cousin optimus prime*
Your a bitch, one of 700 Solomon's Wives
I was in Kan standin over tour in Ottoman Shrine
My glock is a 9, my 38 wes' is a beautiful bitch
You rhyme like a hoe find a more suitable pitch
You about to find out why german lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain't a single man livin that can fuck with the beast
Gay rapper altar boy you fuckin a priest
Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin police
Dirtbag can't make money he stuck in the streets
[Verse 2: ~Planetary~]
What you think, I'm sitting in this cage for nothin
If they release me it's curtains that's why I live in the dungeon
All black nothin lit up, I set up walls and hang up bodies that I hit up can't fit us all
Warchild got machette's with old blood on the tip, paz sittin with artillery to blow ya to bits (Shit)
King Syze with the getaway, all black yukon shoes on everyday
Gunplay now and days more frequent
More real niggaz mad fallin off the deep end
And your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze
[Hook/Chorus (2x): ~Planetary~]
We can start a riot in here, now who with me
Who the fuck gon ride when the shit get shifty
Where my niggaz at? I know who ride with me
This pharaoh shit for life they gonna die right with me
[Verse 3: ~Celph Titled~]
Spare the moment I can strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a peter roll
Explosive botanist, obvious that I "plant bombs"
I stand out in crowds like I got flourescent pants on (Oh)
Satanic candles lit, in my recording room
I'm making hits singin songs in death of auto-tune
Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off in "foot locker"
Mug the manager like what the brooks poppin
Punks droppin, while I stand tall
You see me you seen the greatest rapper modern man saw
Electric meat shaver that's a modern man saw
Precision chop limbs after I body slam ya'll
[Verse 4: ~Apathy~]
Hand saw body chopper bloody opera singer
Satans trigger finger rock the bells in hell call me a dead ringer
Freddy Kreuger sweater rocker baretta cocker I dead a copper head to czechoslovakia for' they drop me on security cams, my maturity shows
When I take these young rappers and I murder they flows
Including weezy's and jeezy's if I had a genie I'd make major label rappers ice cubes easy
It's monster with the frees' when I'm conquering emcee's
I'd be airin rappers out, like I'm sponsored by febreeze
If you stop to get some c's I'd just haunt you in your dreams
And smuggle yay from mediene and vacation in Belize
[Hook/Chorus (2x): ~Planetary~]
We can start a riot in here, now who with me
Who the fuck gon ride when the shit get shifty
Where my niggaz at? I know who ride with me
This pharaoh shit for life they gonna die right with me