Vinnie Paz - The Onslaught lyrics

[Verse 1: Planetary] My minds racing at the speed of life My emotions run deep into the sea You can't breath on mics Like twenty-thousand leagues under the seas Hunger, disease, thunder, I.V.'s till I bleed thunder In a coma till the needles pour Coronas When I'm equal to the soul or yet evil when I roll up On my off days, I call phase then we spar in a cage Fight with words while we brawl on a page We the craziest, n***a you can call us rap saviors Pharaohs with a tongue sharp, slicing through your radius Perfect, precision of a Shanghai knight Fight battles, scream victory, hang my mic It's a blessing, holy water splash from a reverend Blast through your congregation, you're too feminine Walk into our halls of medicine When they let us in, you better not sleep We on the creep, it's done again [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I'm from the Village of the Damned With two buckets of blood in my hand I had money back when Betho was f**ing with Cam I used to use the nine, Taurus, but f** it, it jammed I used to be in rhyme wars with the roughest of men I'm destructive with hands, nice with the shotty You can meet the coroner, ice on the body I don't play no more, life is a Hell k** the king daddy, knife in the Citadel You can get it however you want it little crumb I could leave the microphone bloody, cripple drums I'm the f**ing warlord, blood stained floor I'm the opposite off pure, d**, pain, war I'm the reason why you wake in your sleep The reason everybody scared to have a race on the beat They facing defeat, Vinnie P amazing with heat Knife in they back with they f**ing face in the creek f*ggot [Hook: Sabac Red] There's something 'bout the way we rock That got the crowd going wild every time we come and blow the spot Man, there's something 'bout the way we spit That got n***as in the streets in they whips tryna play these hits There's something 'bout the way we rock That got the crowd in the marsh every time we come and blow the spot Man, there's something 'bout the way we spit That got n***as in the hood in they whips tryna play these hits [Verse 3: Sabac Red] I speak in world accent, live life without limits All about action, most y'all about gimmicks And y'all finished, I can see the mirage Y'all be acting devilish, but still be speaking to god I'm reaching the stars, my mind is off to Egypt Sabac is agnostics, so walk with Jesus My thoughts are thesis, y'all talk facetious b**h motherf**ers rip you all to pieces You often beasted, we Portericains Sicilian motherf**ers who will toss you beatings Unique individuals creeping with criminals War is so blatant and peace is subliminal I'm k**ing you in principal, no ones invincible Think it through, what the f** you think guns was meant to do? I sentence you to a life of torture and pain Half these b**h motherf**ers don't belong in this game [Verse 4: King Syze] Ringing the alarm, swearing that you k**ing the song Real murderers k**ing the foundation your sh** was built on Lets get it on, Syze stand in militant form My militia is raw, plus I'm lyrically gifted with bars You pissing me off, the sh** you spitting is soft While you sitting at bars, I'm getting lifted with god Explain it, tryna be a star, more like you did behind bars Especially the recipe is an exceptional squad So my music ain't deep rooted, it's more like deep hearted So I make a promise of recrohonours, so d**h rule is upon us Man, my squad are bombers on the track, harmony style The army Non Phixion, man we probably wild The godliest styles, don't think about outing us We'll turn you into powder puffs, who the f** is doubting us? The cops locking us, ain't no holding us there Kings Syze, Sabac, Planetary, Vinnie Paz What? [Hook: Sabac Red] There's something 'bout the way we rock That got the crowd going wild every time we come and blow the spot Man, there's something 'bout the way we spit That got n***as in the streets in they whips tryna play these hits There's something 'bout the way we rock That got the crowd in the marsh every time we come and blow the spot Man, there's something 'bout the way we spit That got n***as in the hood in they whips tryna play these hits