Kublai Khan

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]<br>God hates me, never keep my banger on safety<br>My mother raised me alone, you can`t break me<br>My hearts pumpin the blood of Royce Gracie<br>My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly<br>You rhyme fakely, you still scarred<br>I`m studing deep thoughts like Bill Maher<br>I`m real raw, we just dumbin it out<br>And y`all ain`t sayin nothin with a gun in yo mouth<br>Thats what I`m about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper<br>Y`all still under the spell of dose ether<br>The Grim Reaper, its all nature<br>And every word from Allah is on paper<br>We all hate ya, we can`t stand you<br>Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel<br>You like a candle, you just burn<br>You never worship Allah, you can`t learn<br><br>[Chorus: Stoupe]<br>*Mixed Sound Clips*<br><br>[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]<br>Chemicle, space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix<br>Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots<br>Make coast stops, injectin my pockets with Votox<br>Laytex bitches be chokin on cock like Blow-Pops<br>My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend<br>Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says<br>Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake<br>Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jay<br>Digital cuffs, runnin from the D`s and the fuzz<br>Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff<br>Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics<br>New syntetic designer jewels for moods in deserts<br>In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth<br>Thats like the J.D.L. joinin the zoo relation for turf<br>Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra<br>God teks me, and we all stand with iced out clothes<br><br>[Chorus: Stoupe]<br>{*Mixed sound clips*}<br><br>[Verse 3: Goretex]<br>Check it.. yo.. yo<br><br>Now where it be`s like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right<br>Face fight, get your weak, split, shit then I spit<br>Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit<br>range on the side of it Yo I`m tryin to get a lot of it<br>I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit<br>Yo trial, might get the same time ya oughta get<br>Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit<br>Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I`m probably with<br>When Im tryin to score the third, its who I holler with<br>Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects<br>Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex<br>Q.B. to Philly, we control sets<br>I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans<br>Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga<br>So how you figure that we don`t be reppin<br>Hoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intremped, nigga<br><br>[Chorus: Stoupe]<br>{*New sound clips*}<br><br>[Outro: Goretex]<br>Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good<br>Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo<br><br>{*Sound clip from Chorus continues*}