Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - And So it Burns lyrics

[Vinnie Paz] You funny style to me, it's war when the beat drop Just another motherf**er gon' see Pac You the type that'll run when the heat pop The type that'll hide a gun when he see cops But not me, I'll aim a .38 at the crown Show up the next day at the wake and frown Yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow And my man stoupe blast through the window Foul when I was young but I survived karma Drop bombs like a B-25 on ya Yeah, it's Vietnam in the trenches Just keep my seat warm on the benches I run with wild Puerto Ricans that hit L's And study cla**ical verses by Big L We came up in the game at the same time And beat a hundred fifty rappers with the same rhyme [Hook, samples] When touch a microphone I usually rock it Those that don't like it, then you're psychotic It's on 'til the d**h, 'til we settle the score Bust off, we bust back strapped ready for war, what Been down for years rockin ten for ten ? take your whole damn clan? [Vinnie Paz] I'm a mothaf**in baboon Hit you with thirty-seven stab wounds Bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb You scared of the rain, you fair-weather I'm hardcore like Paul Bearer in sheer terror I'll be ready for war with suede Timbs on Y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone Won't stop till you dead in hell Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy, Ed Rendell Was bred to fail, yeah, because the beast in all us I was rocking Diadoras while you was eating porridge I was listening to the Hilltop Hustlers While you was ducking from sounds of popped mufflers You was playing little games with your fathers I was robbing motherf**ers for they Starters You a novice, and I'm a old vet And I was there when the heavens and the globe met We ain't safe if the bomb exists So I side with the Vietnamese Communists If you with me motherf**er raise your arm and fist And we can bust a f**ing cap and see if God exists I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor If it's Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour And it ain't safe no more Ain't safe in the motherf**ing place no more Get laced in your upper body, face and jaw You the type of f*ggot we ain't got the patience for We break the law, while we pay our respect to Allah But if it's beef then we be spraying your neck with a four I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop So protect your f**ing neck like a cough drop I'm licking four shots from different latitudes So keep it moving like a b**h that got an attitude