Keeper of the Seven Keys Heavy Metal Kings
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[Intro]
Yeah, Heavy Metal Kings
Brrrat, brrrat
ILL BILL & Vinnie Paz
Yo C-Lance this beat's monster!
[Chorus: Raekwon sample]
Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
When y’all was fucking around with Bush I was running with Saddam
Puffing on the kush and building with the imam
The only thing you motherfuckers set was the alarm
I’m stronger than the motherfucking Tet in Vietnam
Whoever wanna knuckle up will be deformed
Praying to the altar of the church and reading psalms
I don’t mean weapons when I say that I’m dealing arms
I chop a motherfucking body up and feed the dogs
Me and BILLY ain’t even deities we the gods
You a faggot, we the OGs that’s in the yard
Only a select few believe in Fard
The rest gonna meet with Shaitan to bleed and starve
Left hook astronomy, you seeing stars
If I ain’t in the studio drunk I be in bars
BILL buck-fifty this pussy and leave a scar
You might own a team, believe the league is ours
Yeah, Heavy Metal Kings
Brrrat, brrrat
ILL BILL & Vinnie Paz
Yo C-Lance this beat's monster!
[Chorus: Raekwon sample]
Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
When y’all was fucking around with Bush I was running with Saddam
Puffing on the kush and building with the imam
The only thing you motherfuckers set was the alarm
I’m stronger than the motherfucking Tet in Vietnam
Whoever wanna knuckle up will be deformed
Praying to the altar of the church and reading psalms
I don’t mean weapons when I say that I’m dealing arms
I chop a motherfucking body up and feed the dogs
Me and BILLY ain’t even deities we the gods
You a faggot, we the OGs that’s in the yard
Only a select few believe in Fard
The rest gonna meet with Shaitan to bleed and starve
Left hook astronomy, you seeing stars
If I ain’t in the studio drunk I be in bars
BILL buck-fifty this pussy and leave a scar
You might own a team, believe the league is ours
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