[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Pazienza, baby
The Priest of Bloodshed, Vinnie Paz
Yo, Paul Nice, it's a honor to have you back here, y'knam'sayin'?
Knowlege knowledge! Let's cut they head off
[Chorus: 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 bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
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 fuckin' lead in your spine
Dead on the dime, leave his body redder than wine
It's lead in my palm, Vinnie the fuckin' deadliest Don
I'm raw and I'm delirious like Ed in his prime
I'm '99, Jedi Mind, baby, steadily shine
My fetty is fine, I would never regret or rewind
I would never separate the fuckin' bread and the wine
I would never fuckin' dedicate the dead to Haran
I would never fuckin' 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
Yeah, Pazienza, baby
The Priest of Bloodshed, Vinnie Paz
Yo, Paul Nice, it's a honor to have you back here, y'knam'sayin'?
Knowlege knowledge! Let's cut they head off
[Chorus: 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 bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
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 fuckin' lead in your spine
Dead on the dime, leave his body redder than wine
It's lead in my palm, Vinnie the fuckin' deadliest Don
I'm raw and I'm delirious like Ed in his prime
I'm '99, Jedi Mind, baby, steadily shine
My fetty is fine, I would never regret or rewind
I would never separate the fuckin' bread and the wine
I would never fuckin' dedicate the dead to Haran
I would never fuckin' 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
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