On The Eve Of War (Julio Caesar Chavez Mix)

Yeah, Vinnie Paz, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber

If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger

Heavy metal rap with a .44 banger

We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya

I pay homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace

And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers

I'm with Allah justice, and we raw gritty

Pits of Hell, Illadel' to New York City

I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring

And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming

And y'all more purposeless than a pacifist king

You gon' die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing

It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics

Genuine brilliance or innate madness

Yeah, we all spin on the same axis

And this chrome thing here, leave your frame backless

The police always tryna aim flame at us

So I don't mind when the pig brain splatters

I don't mind, that we all gon' die soon

I return to the silence of God's tomb

There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin'

My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed

Wannabe MCs is shakin'

So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin'

My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed

Wannabe MCs is shakin'

So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't believe it

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time

We ask you to please rise, you'll never quit

No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit

Imagine a rhyme in its prime, from off the baselines

Skyscraper verticals, support the hang time

Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime

Trace back to a few, from out a group of nine

Who performed well, regardless to the price of the tickets

Off or onstage, whatever, still kick it

With the footwork of Freddie Adu, it's all new

Now the rap commissioners, they wanna clone my shoe

But the road's narrow, and it's difficult to climb

With the heat, the wind and the fallen rocks combined

It's hard to stay in line, the course is an obstacle

Within each chamber, the force is unstoppable

Lyrical swordsman, blades sharp, I cut out your heart

MCs want no part in any type of conflict

Because then I respond quick, it gets thick

The problem goes beyond sick

There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin'

My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed

Wannabe MCs is shakin'

So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin'

My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed

Wannabe MCs is shakin'

So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

Wearin' red trunks with silver trim, fightin' outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

This is how we do

His game is tight, and there's nothing to do

Pazmanian Devil, Frank Vinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang

What's the deal, baby? GZA, Genius, Stoupe on the track, yeah

My man Stoupe on the boards

Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee-deep in the blood of their children

Is that he who follows the pleasure of Allah

Like him who has made himself deserving of displeasure from Allah

And his abode in Hell, and it is an evil destination