Silence & I

(feat. King Syze, Vinnie Paz)
(The Allen Parsons Project:)
'Two of a kind...Silence and I
Well find a way to work it out'
(Intro : Vinnie Paz)
Yeah...Pazmanian Devil
Louis Dogs...hahahahahaha
AOTP, Celph Titled
King Syze, baby
Walk with me (hahahahahaha)
Yeah. ..
(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Yo, I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated is infrequent like Nazareth snow
Hold your urn into the air so the ashes can blow
Hold my burner in the air so the pacifists know
That I aint scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election, another injustice, Ima execute em
Land of the free , home of the bravest
Who you think the victim, who you think the ****in slave is?
People on the grind, workin for minimum wages
Workin 9 to 9 and seein a minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequecies of welfare
And the lack of a proper universal health care
They dont know about the common man
They care about distractin you and hope that Israel will bomb Iran
I got a bombin hand, and its for George Walker
Meet your maker, ************, meet your Lord Father
(Chorus: x2)
'Its gangsta how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
With big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly' <- Mobb Deep
(Verse 2 : King Syze)
Yeah, uh...
Yo this is concrete rap, Q-Dimension pavin the way
Its a sacred day, waitin for my patience to pay
Im a horse thats grazing the hay, thats sayin olé
Im the evil thats born when someone good passes away
Im most good at foul things, the love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right, left, life, death, distress that a trial brings
The best of the wild kings, thats us
This is smoked out rap, get high, angel dust
Roll with ***** * that be payin them dues
Playas that dont give a **** if they lose
Live they whole life drainin booze
Doc already told me, 'Is it rap or smoke?'
Is it Bars of Death for life, or a hole in my throat?
Hard-headed, livin my life regrettin ****
This that next ****, Syzemology: the new testament
Do this for my ****** Kong and the fam
Yo I do this for them haters sayin my songs dont bang
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Celph Titled)
If this industrys a movie, Im the starrin actor
Youre an assistant for the intern of the back up gaffer
But Im only a rapper, standin on two feet, backstage with four whores
On all fours, and thats on all tours
How long can I spit a punchline and an ill statement
And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment?
No explainin it, you do the math, I did the math teacher
Ms. Anita spread wide, under the gymnasium bleachers
****a, dont matter which herb speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Birds beak
Plus the creamy white powder, yeah we sellin to Milk D
My audio too raw for children, its filthy
I never leave the crib without a pack of Now and Laters
I pack now, and *BLAAT* later
And aint no playa you can find rollin down the strip with hundred rounds and clips
Packin MACs in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun ****
When you hear the 'click' your clique run quick, ****
We transportin handguns in minivans; thats the 'pistol whip'
Celph Titled, the gourmet chef, ripple effect
An inconspicuous spic with kitchen mittens when Im splittin ya neck
(Chorus)