MTK - Razor Gloves lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] It's not a possibility you could ever survive That's just the logicality of the Devil inside Any ounce of goodness in me was never revived Disconnected or completely connected with God The hell-hound spellbound where destiny lie The bells sound, nailed down, the effigy cry A couple rappers want a beef they respectfully die They ended up losing they teeth, but I left them alive I crush a skull with one hand, the other a spine I snap a motherf**er head, he dead on the dime I carve a muh'f**er up like Geppetto with knives That's the magic of the Persian and Arab design That's the marriage of exertion, inertia defined That's the savage that was perfectly nurtured in time I put pacifists in caskets, my version of crime I'm an a**a**in and my pa**ion is bursting your mind [Hook] God of the Serengeti [Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man] Sirens and ambulances in the streets, there's race riots and panthers And cops hosing down innocent bystanders Hand grenades and shanks, automatic bullets, pray to the banks Government emergency, military sending in tanks How did I get in this position? I'm sick of living Kevorkian vision and bridge jumpin', razor blade wrists slittin' In the car garage carbon monoxide sniffin', wine gla** full of cyanide sippin' Russian roulette, the chamber's spinnin' d**h by my own manslaughter, I'm going out like Ernest Hemingway And his sister and his brother and his father and his granddaughter Society losing religion, there's too much heat in Lucifer's kitchen Never know if a politician's speaking truth or fiction You spit with true conviction you'll be the victim of a crucifixion The hangman will leave you from a noose swinging and ruin your mission Not every punk on the street is recruitable These snitches will start singing and turn the police precinct into a musical Most these thugs is snitching a** cowards You ain't nothing but somebody's b**h in prison getting dick in the showers Too many sleeping on me like narcolepsy, my weapon arsenal is deadly I'm definitely an artist, they ain't ever market it correctly Piss on the pavement in the public, jerk my dick on the Fox News Police piss me off, I'll pull it out and piss on they cop shoes Come on [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] You gonna turn this robbery to a homicide The Desert Eagle is lethal, evil personified Dominicans here take you for a dollar ride You want beef you gonna lose god stop his vibe I don't respect life, p**y if you die, you die Most high, Rastafari, I and I I'm always gonna keep it gutter like a five and dime And when I die the prophecy gonna stay alive Yeah, and y'all should study all the things that's written About the Roman Empire and the Kings of Britain Merlin exists and man*scripts have been forbidden And understand that King James is a piece of fiction My box game like Ant Tarver I'm no fool, I'm old school like my grandfather Ain't nobody take my punch that can stand conscious Psychologically imbalanced, I'm a man's conscience [Hook]