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​Raw is War

This song is by Vinnie Paz.

(Vinnie Paz)
Yo... It's Vinnie Paz baby my man Panik on the track! NAMEAN! NAMEAN!
I'm bout to take y'all to war. Teach y'all how to rhyme. Check it out
YO YO

We heavenly divine, that's why we steadily shine
And put a steel mic through a enemy spine
My voice got power like if ten of me rhyme
And gettin' in my face means its weaponry time
Look at you, studyin my every design
Bangin' this, listening to every rhyme
Heavy rewind, Vinnie Paz'll fight vicious
Y'all easier to fuck with than white bitches
We nice with this, y'all better stand still
Musta forget the fact Hologram ill
I doubt y'all, Vinnie Paz the outlaw
Y'all mafuckas is never right like southpaws
That's why I doubt y'all, y'all ain't raw
Rippin you with a 45 caliber claw!
You wanna see the last kid I battled before?
Then check his fuckin' brain where I splattered the wall

Raw is war! y'all better pray for armageddon!
Y'all spill blood on slugs from all weapons!
VINNIE PAZ! I'M LIKE THE LORD's RESURRECTION!
It's all ending! so bring the god when I step in!

You're forced to fight, when I'm scorching the mic
My source of light... *holy* like the corpse of Christ
You lost your life, and I'm the sorcerer right?
And Vinnie Paz rhyme have you lost in the light
What? y'all mafuckas think you flossin tonight?
Gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And y'all? y'all more bitch than Dru Hill
The true skill that come through me,
Is from banging "All Hell Freeze" by Cool C
Y'all don't move me, y'all at war with the veteran
With the digital trigger finger like the letterman
The vendetta gram, I know where my heart's at
I'm the better man, so don't start that
When we bomb back... BURN FUCKIN' LEECHES
Send you to hell to see more shells than beaches
We elitists, we from Hamburger Hill
Science and math combined with supreme skill
The team ill, we send you to hell fast
Your cream build, you buried in Belfast
Ayo Panik! pass me the gin!
'Cause ain't too much muthafuckers rockin' with Vin!
Stomp him with tims, 'cause I heard he hate hell
The last thing that he saw? a .38 shell