Vinnie Paz - Kingdom Crusher lyrics

[Block McCloud:] You can sense it in the air, man, you better beware, because Something wicked this way comes We run through your district, our guns are sadistic Something wicked this way comes When the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, you know Something wicked this way comes If we display guns, all the b**hes, they run, they know Something wicked this way comes My level of rhyme is just another level of shine My level divine, anyone on the level is dyin' A rebel refined, telling you that the reverend lyin' Malevolent mind, dump the f**in' lead in your spine Dead on the dime, leave his body redder than wine It's lead in my palm, Vinnie the f**in' deadliest Don I'm raw and I'm delirious like Ed in his prime I'm '99, Jedi Mind, baby, steadily shine My pettiest fine, I would never regret or rewind I would never separate the f**in' bread and the wine I would never f**in' dedicate the dead to Haran I would never f**in' educate the heads to Haraam The rebel of crime, that was like an echo in time It's still me, I'm just better, I'm a better design I'm better with time, you ain't a competitor, slime I'm Romero when he made The Living Dead in his prime, yeah [Block McCloud:] You can sense it in the air, man, you better beware, because Something wicked this way comes We run through your district, our guns are sadistic Something wicked this way comes When the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, you know Something wicked this way comes If we display guns, all the b**hes, they run, they know Something wicked this way comes The method of raw is just another level of war You're a p**y claat rapper, duke, I said it before I should body you for leaving all that red on the floor Hell is heaven, but you still believe that heaven is pure Weapons on drawers, Vinnie only read the Koran And if rhyming is religion, Vinnie P the imam Peaceful Islam, Vinnie on his deen and he calm That's the only reason I could ever see through the storm, yeah Baggy jeans, Air Max and a four-fifth f*ggot rappers in the closet like old kicks I got my own label now, I am so rich And got more men that's down for me than Joe Smith I'm addicted to vodka bottles and low sh** I'm addicted to topless models that nose sniff Y'all ain't never have me open like an old gift Who is y'all? I've been to busy to notice [Block McCloud:] You can sense it in the air, man, you better beware, because Something wicked this way comes We run through your district, our guns are sadistic Something wicked this way comes When the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, you know Something wicked this way comes If we display guns, all the b**hes, they run, they know Something wicked this way comes