Vinnie Paz - The Rage of Angels lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah Jedi Mind Tricks My man Stoupe holdin' me down Yeah, yeah It's been five years since you've been locked in the bing And not to mention all the f**ing drama it bring You always in my heart and that's a beautiful thing Like warm air flowing from a beautiful spring But that's some wild sh** to do to a king And maybe some day I'll get used to the sting For now I'll been thinking about you everyday And how we use to dumb out in every way Brought a smile to my face all the hardest of days And praying that your mother and your father can raise Your little brother into a man one day I'll stay in touch with him so the plan won't stray But don't you worry about your little brother, he fine He smart with a heart and he steadily shine And if the little soldier ever step outta line You know I'm gonna be there to show him the time [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz] So what the deal cousin? How it feel right now? I'll be there soon so just chill right now [Interlude: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, it's Vinnie Paz You know I'm saying, Jedi Mind, I'm holding you down baby [Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild] I'd rather walk these hallowed grounds with a Glock or four pound Police looking over my back when the Glock is low down With a clock that slows down, it shoots flock with no sound And I carry the weight on my back like a stone popper party Lying till my soul hurts (soul hurts) Mad as f**, scared and stuck, I can't control earth Surrounded feeling like a cold hearse wanting to fold first I thank my peeps every day because they chose work I'm totally grateful, at times I act hateful Ya'll risked y'all freedom for me to reside in a gold cradle Brown paper bag living in the latest whips Trips to Epcot Centre in the spacious sh** Always reminisce about the sh** you laced us with Always the street legend to the bravest cliques And now I see n***as getting it, it makes me sick The same sh** that could've made us rich, made 'em snitch Divide the men from the boys see what makes them b**h To watch loving mothers struggle just to raise her kids Soar my mind every time that I raise this fifth And drink the bottle till it's hollow and it all makes sense [Interlude: Crypt the Warchild] Get it right, blood is thicker than water Could never sh** on my peeps Outerspace