When You Need Me

Duplicate of http://genius.com/Vinnie-paz-when-you-need-me-lyrics [Verse 1: Apathy] The most toxic, dough overflows the pockets With ho's so exotic it blows your optics I'm flashy, Egyptian kings couldn't surpass me Chameleon Nikes that change color to match me I used to date a gangster bitch like Apache But that dumb ho pronounced my name Apa-thy And ever since William Cooper been deceased Police watch every AOTP release And they tap when we speak, when we rap over beats When we crap, when we eat or relax with a freak I'm a emperor, stay with a crown as a jury Ride around when we dirty to the sound of the fury You're unworthy, to walk this ground or observe me Backpackers pack bags, leave town in a hurry The AOTP, we just similar citizens Sinister circle of serpents eating virgins for dinner Emerging as winners, from summer to winter The sons of the ministers burning down churches And choking Jehovah's witnesses Known for their viciousness, the ignorance kings Who hang ho's from the ceiling by their clitoris rings Manchurian Candidate, whose brain went AWOL Walking through hurricane rainfall, with a chainsaw Dr. Claw, dropping y'all, only see my hand bitch Catch you in the subway and serve you a knuckle sandwich Vinnie that's my brother, that motherfucker helped me My first appearance ever was a Jedi Mind LP So till our blood is absorbed, in morgue floor boards We'll live by the sword, and die by the sword [Verse 2: Planentary] It's the raw, Planetary; Let me explain the rain that is intended To drown the universe and drain the heads selected I'm like a pet detective, watching your dogs I'm dodging the law, cops saw me plot in the fog So I scooped Vinnie Paz, nigga hop in the car I'm rocking Pac, Big Pop, D-Block and Ras Somebody got to die, if I go, you gots to go But I'mma die, with a hot flow, timbs with my socks low My death wish is to die on the soul plane Next to Chuck D, Coltrane and Cobain I never sniffed a fucking line of cocaine I'm R.A.W, young'ns don't know Kane You just a lying coward, I'm rap's Brian Howard Swinging bats for the raps for ten violent hours Paz dial the numbers, I supply 'em with thunder It's the fourth quarter, bottom of summer [Bridge: Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Planet, What up baby? Apathy, what up cousin? AOTP in the buildin' What up Reef, what up Mach 7l, Eso, King Syze All of y'all it's love baby Yeah! [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yo I'm God incarnate, from the grimiest back blocks Pazienza lyrical equivalent of sasquatch Low shit, baggy nautica with the gat cocked You ho shit, tight jeans, pink with the tank top You make the kind of rap music that fags watch I make the kind of rap music that stab cops I brought it raw, I been here ever since I remember you the faggot wearing gear like you're Prince The type of faggot shed a tear when you pinched I'm the type to disappear and reappear in a clinch I'm here in a clinch, you know I'm always here for my fam The type that fuck somebody up and drink a beer with my fam BLAP BLAP