A Storm of Swords

[Verse 1: Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a desert bird plays, niggas where the curb lay Turn pagen, pretty shitty on a church day Your city my committee, tussle where the dirt stay Smokers try to sell dirt trays to undercovers Old heads feed kids, have to run the numbers Damn shame niggas in my crew can't bang You demand fame, here's my man frame, champagne Swig to the wig, Belle vodka hit my rib Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig On an open mic, growl follows, space over night Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes (High powers) Lifting your soul through God's shower Resurrected your spirit with lyrics for top dollars My squad holler the loudest, y'all niggas childish We grown folk here, spitting raw street knowledge [Hook x2: Planetary, Vinnie Paz] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fucking around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we bucking em down [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make I hate all, hate law and hate jake I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake Cuz anybody biting the God's a day late I maintain, handle beef Islamly Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi Fucking with Vinnie Paz, the one man army It take a shank and metal tank to harm me Come on b, why you trying to build Why you trying to get ya whole entire family killed I'm like a demon outta Amityville I'm the motherfucking reason that you had any skill With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop And put you in the figure-four leglock And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holding me down [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Planetary and (Vinnie Paz)] Surrender and quit (or I'mma let the venomous spit) Tremendous equip (we bugging off the Hennessy sip) The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit) Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip) The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain) We hitting the vein (cuz all of y'all spitting the same) We tripping the flame (and mounted all the chips in your chain) We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain) The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonning y'all kids) And after that we snatching up your son and your wiz (We robbing the kids, and putting metal slugs in your wigs) We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge) We cutting ya ribs (Jed Mind stifling y'all) We trifling fall (we pointing fucking rifles at y'all) (You ain't icy at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl) If y'all sleep, Outerspace slicing your jaw [Hook x2]