Vinnie Paz - Philo: Metatron: Wisdom lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Y'all know what up, papa This that slime sh** R.I.P. Sean Price R.I.P. Phife Dawg Love, peace, and fight for '93 Let 'em know Pazzy [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Removed by the council of the masters of a teacher The process went much deeper, I'm a believer I turn pantieman body into ether The fellow sufferer who want to stand to God, neither Son talked wild and they popped him like Don Diva I told my shooter not to put the body on a visa The son beast need more base, I called Giza Marc Anthony knew a d**h before Caesar Give 'em the business and then send 'em to where the ghost is at Armed heavenly arm, Gucci over the shoulder strap Where my f**ing soldiers at? All over Jehovah map Make the toaster clap and put two to your spine like Moses back This how you supposed to rap, how you f**ing roast a track? This is where fiction and non-fiction can overlap Fronting like you ain't intimidated, but you know it's that A worker just a worker, so tell me where the all the coka at [Hook] It's that wise older brother, the murderous raspy voice They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with That's why somebody got to bleed You should've let me chill, leave me be It's that wise older brother, the murderous rapping voice They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with That's why somebody got to bleed So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Enscribed in a kiloform text on a cylinder And Babylon was forced to shoot it out like Dillinger They talk of revolution, but nobody is willing to The way to deal with Lady Liberty is by k**ing her A wise man said, "A good scotch never spoils" The same man said, "A watched pot never boils" I had every intention to rock, but it got foiled The cavemen still can't live on hot soil The PSA cage just slashed 'em in the vestabu The brain matter looked like vegetables My philosophy of living isn't too technical The Yves Saint Laurent is ready to wear reputable The Desert E .50 cal big as a rhinoceros The four sided monument, they call it, "Black Obelisk" Pressing it in every cell of the body like phosphorus I don't do it simply, it's simply God consciousness [Hook] It's that wise older brother, the murderous raspy voice They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with That's why somebody got to bleed You should've let me chill, leave me be That wise older brother, the murderous rapping voice They waiting for what I spit, MCs get dealt with That's why somebody got to bleed So calm down clown 'fore I bring the pound down