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letra de raw - randam luck

[verse 1: vinnie paz]

i run with puerto rocs, morenos, costa ricans, and some guidos
my bullets quick and fly around your head like they’re mosquitoes
the mark they leave inside your body smaller than a needle
the fiends here get their rock and roll like they’re the beatles
i’m from philly and the k!llers on the block is my people
and that’s regardless of the fact they’re moving rock and diesel
it ain’t nothing for me to bust a f-cking shot at people
for me to run up on your spot and bust a glock at people
and my fam, they’re waiting patiently to clap a round
my hands are strong enough to spin the earth and crack the ground
my crib like a gun store, vinnie keep the heaters
and f-cking with me only gets you close to meeting jesus
the man that tried to battle pazienza, he’s in pieces
that goes for anybody else that vinnie p. competes with
i’ll die for any of my cousins that i run the streets with
and for the motherf-ckers that i share the m-i-c with

[hook]

-scratching-

[verse 2: randam luck]

it’s starting to pour, stepping out the crypt and the morgue
a hockey mask cover my face, a hunting knife in my palm
we murdering y’all, randam luck, jedi mind, gun to the jaw
we clap the metal till we finish you off
i’m just a ghost doing recon exposing the coast
with the skull in toronto or i’m a man on at home
we the coming of the messiah getting rid of the poor
tapping the beef like a butcher in the kitchen of gore
i f-cking batter you, shatter your clavicle
tactical individual creating these lyrical f-cking miracles
on the steps of the white house ramming the doors
shaking the motherf-cking pillars till the government falls
with that raw sh-t coming out the mouth of the beast
a mercenary upon the altar ready to feast
my piece is ?, pointed at you ready to blow
the saga begins, kiss the ring of don corleone

[hook]

[verse 3]

i’m the motherf-cking fourth reich, black n-z- kraut with a knife
party like dance, we bring a torch to the fight
we meet in dark streets, chicken sh-t i can hear your heart beat
your whole st–z constantly reminds me of gynecology
pork your p-ssy, in this game there’s no room for rookies
my jock strap is ten inch so f-ck your larynx
our shoes big as us, you couldn’t fill it with a semi truck
i feel like that so protect ya necks and stuff
extortion, plagiary, -ss-ssination, perjury
erase history, pages missing from books remain a mystery
is our conspiracy really ? reality?
seriously if it’s evil then it falls into my category
rape these cheques like a statuatory invite into ron jeremy’s orgy
that’s totally another story
we got f-cking popular, night breed like dracula
the way i flip sh-t you’d think i invented the spatula

[hook]

[verse 4]

yo hold tight, let me recite my words sparking
this gold mic is like fighting tyson in the dark
in the back alley i rally my people for the breakthrough
cali to the fullest, randam luck always stay true
the real deal underground sound living prophesy
a new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey
gotta be the policy, constantly they follow me
tapping my home phone so they can know who’s calling me
cold blooded and rugged, they’re taking your rights back
now’s the time to rise up, we ready to fight back
armoured factions spitting true to the m-sses
conspiracy theories surrounding government actions
their tactics controlling your p-ssion
they’re stashing cl-ssified doc-ments so n0body knows what happened
collapsing in buildings, you’re asking for loose change
we digging for answers, leave us hanging like hussein

[hook]

- randam luck

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