The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy, The Death of 10,000 Is a Statistic

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[Intro from ? & Vinnie Paz] On the island of Guam, I had an out of the body experience Immediately the lights began whirling in a counter-clockwise direction Everything around me was brilliant light And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside He said "Julius, Julius my son, I have called you at a very special time in your life. You will help me close the world in your generation" Yeah, One two Jedi Mind forever and all that Enemy of Mankind, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that Stoupe hermano, I love you papa Aight [Verse 1: Boob Bronx] What up pana It's that time, thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight They be thrown in my way, gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye They make us villains, I try to be the good guy Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right Hands black, don't worry how I jam that (Don't worry 'bout that) Just know, grenades might blow Your boys only blow in the precinct Don't get exposed for acting indecent Should be against the law, in school they used to teach it At the house we been preachin' don't tattle tell Rhymes would go to hell but hell always waitin' This ain't news to us we live from the basement Don't bother 'less you want a fuckin' facelift This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted [Chorus: Stoupe] [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Off the wall like designs of Dior Spent my whole life on the wrong side of the law You should be careful of what's on the other side of the door I move like a OG, both sides of Allah And I ride myself, ain't nobody holdin' me back And I hope somebody froggy, I will overreact '83 in Venezuela I am holdin' a MAC That mean that every single one of Vinnie soldiers is strapped When we move, muhfuckers reinforcin' the ground Turn this pussy into glue if he horsin' around Is you comin', is you going, is you lost, is you found? Philosophy of Illumination sorcery found Ain't no Mr. Nice Guy, ain't gon' be collaboratin' Have a bunch of muhfuckers clappin' like you graduatin' (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Broke muhfuckers still rhymin' for blunts Now everybody gon' bleed it's that time of the month, pussy [Chorus: Stoupe] [Outro: ?] And the psychiatrist heard about this And he wanted to find out what was going on So I told him my experience Of course to his ? mind, I was off my rocker In a few hours, they'd come and ? They grabbed me, put me in a straight jacket, locked me up