Artist: Vinnie Paz Album: Season of the Assassin Song: Righteous Kill Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yeah! Yo Finesse, what's the word God? D.I.T.C. is in the building Official Pistol Gat Philly to the Bronx [Vinnie Paz] I'm a fuckin thunderstorm, youse a light shower You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard You can't battle the God, I'm too precise coward That's like Khalid Muhammad sayin he's White Power This the machete that your organs gettin sliced out with The blind muh'fucker in the village, Bryce Howard My brain only function proper in the night hours You might own a fuckin label but the mic ours My shit high-tech lord like a plastic bomb An asshole, I punch people with glasses on Anybody disagreeable we mashin on I only fuck with green and gold God magic wand An encore is the only thing that you clappin on I'm a pitbull, pussy you a papillon A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom I'm the G-29 in the assassin's palm [Chorus: repeat 2X] All I hear is danger, all I see is danger All you hear is run, run, here come danger Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya Stare death dead in the eyes, it'll change ya [Vinnie Paz] It's a righteous kill, I don't do nothin but write and kill Drink forties, smoke L's, push the white and krill I move strong and fast, I have a bison's will I'm the motherfuckin champ, I'm the fightin Phils I'm from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills From the city where the most fearless of fighters was filmed The city where we have the most street veterans still The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters'll build I'm from Philly muh'fucker, the rawest it comes I make your body disappear I'm a sorcerer's tongue You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun I'm paranoid God, here in my fortress with guns I had a void God, filled it with whores and with blunts I ain't have a choice God, I was born in the slums I ain't have a voice God 'til I slaughtered the drums [Chorus] [Vinnie Paz] RRRAH~! Yeah the four-fifth is a melon popper Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter Anything can move God if you sell it proper And I've been through more viewings than a teleprompter This is horrorcore B got hella monsters My team's got more G's than a spellin proctor Y'all ain't never moved D, y'all are petty choppers I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas (BRRAP! BRRAP! BRRAP!) But I'm raw with the right hand Like Jack Johnson fightin against the white man Yeah; I'm about to shorten your life span Evil shit can be good if it's in the right hands I make muh'fuckers burn, you a slight tan I keep a motherfuckin urn on my nightstand So wait your motherfuckin turn like a hype man I bury you with the snitches under the white sand [Chorus] [Outro] RRRAH~!