No More Games - Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Spit Gemz

Yo, I’m a dark Abyss

Apocalypse in my esophagus breathing phosphorous while kamikazes spit on top of

it

Stomp the continents in consequence of your incompetence

My consciousness, emits the kind of cognac that you vomit with

I’m kind of sick

Comets hit with less of confidence

So common is devoured galaxies in lines of optimus

Galactus of the brain waves

Captain of the mayday

If God required 7, than I conquered on the 8th day

My Dragons reign is red pain

Blood Pumping through dead veins

Entire mind’s my left brain

Creation caused my membranes

I post apocalyptic vision of warlocks and witches

With wisdom placed from incisions of surgically gifted children

My intensities strike heaven’s peace down to the guts of centipedes

And dead MC’s who stepped to the Rivers who scorched the seven seas

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king

57th passenger, fouler than your pastor is

My mind’s arachnid, masterful, weave a web of massacres

Ambassador of cracking wigs, casket full of captured pigs

I rap to the percussion of crushed skulls and snapped ribs

The fact is I’m brutal, my backyard’s like Lebanon

A lexicon drinking cherub’s blood from a devil’s horn

Peddle porn, dope, soap & hope like it’s a telethon

The metal drawn precise like a draftsman-accurate-shred velours

And level all in radius, my razor rips with gracefulness

I’ll split your face, the stage & pavement, lift the blade then shred the skies

Everything alive is jeopardized when I’ve been weaponized

I specialize in genocide, seven lives beyond death

My conquest stretches from Asgard to the Throggs Neck

Mosh pit symphonies, center of the chaos, a marksman

Shoot you out of the circle of your seance, fuck fortune

You play the odds or lay your cards and forfeit, ahh

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king

You think that sleeps an option?

But sleep to me is like a lethal toxin

I walk the street looking for meat so I can feed the goblin

It takes a god’s philosophy to conquer these concoctions

Telekinesis between dolphins in the deepest cauldron

Failure is never in my mind it couldn’t be an option

I went to Kashmir to see inside the Jesus coffin

It’s either heat or boxin, because the beast is watching

Nobody ever wanted you, you had to seek adoption

I have a lust for blood and that isn’t a recent problem

I have a lust for drugs, and not to mention drinking problems

I put em in the motherfuckin' trash cause he a opossum

I pull the stainless, make them shameless like if he was Rossum

It’s time to bring the fucking pain this is a demons doctrine

I take the ox and slice you up like it was Dietz & Watzon

Every rhyme I write is heroin, you need Suboxone

Rest in peace, BLOCKA BLOCKA now you meeting Cochran

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king

No More games

Set the world on fire screaming no more rain

No More games

Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king