Crime Wave Tehran

Lyrics

[Intro] Warning signs of Satanic behavior may be apparent Such as; A sudden bitterly antagonistic attitude towards family, and religion A drastic decline in academic performance A reclusive behavior pattern, and listening exclusively to Heavy Metal Rock music, almost to the point of addiction When one or more of these warning signs are evident, you should look further for ritual items, such as a pentagram or other Satanic symbols, black or red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a chalice or goblet, black candles, a personal diary with a black cover which is called a Book of Shadows, and copies of publications, such as the Satanic Bible and the Satanic Rituals, and possibly, a small makeshift altar If you discover items such as these, experts advise that you contact your local law enforcement agency, at once (Yeah) [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] This is Boxcutter business, this is blade in the hand I'm pulling rank on you, muhfuckas, chain of command This Moroccan feds, akhi, this is granules of sand This is made of pure linen, this is ancient Iran Notre-Dame sign, Quasimodo and shit The magazine empty out, I'm reloadin' the shit It was no fair, I was tryna live in denial Mama scared, I ain't goin' to her crib for a while This the Master Builder, this the Yamisaki Have a bunch of hitters clap you from the Kawasaki He pookie givin' footage to D's That's what happen when you can't see the wood for the trees A couple rounds popped into his visage How can an unpolished mirror reflect an image? It's always motion, action and devotion And you ain't thinkin', homie, you reactin' off emotion [Chorus: Chinaski Black] Put your vest on Little homie, put your vest on Put your vest on I'ma shooter, motherfucker, put your vest on Put your vest on I got bullets for you, partner, put your vest on Yo, put your vest on [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] The maiden bathin' in a clear pool of fresh water This the Hierophant's Chalice, this the next slaughter Perpendicular of the pyramid dress altar I was taught the Brazen Bull is the best torture If it ain't one thing, it's another And I don't wait for motion, I'm a different muhfucka Fools die, Mario Puzo They slumped him like Angelo Bruno He saw the Iron Ages like a Canaanite It's bags of trees here, vegetation height You say my name, I'm fucking you up Y'all are clout-chasin', homie, and enough is enough Gun brawls, hand-to-hand, homie, it's whatever It's talking and it's action, and nobody live forever So get yourself a blicky and chill Or the ox is coming out, buck 50 his grill Toma! [Chorus: Chinaski Black] Put your vest on Little homie, put your vest on Put your vest on I'ma shooter, motherfucker, put your vest on Put your vest on I got bullets for you, partner, put your vest on Yo, put your vest on