Cold, Dark and Empty - Vinnie Paz, FT, Smoke

Godson, large guns, hard drums

Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs

Far from, a colorful artist

Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts

Game of Throne, we upend the farthest

Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle

Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles

You don’t understand struggle?

I’ll rob you for your gun tool

I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats

Got a chopper in the car?

Gotta chopper in the streets

Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease

And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze

I’m starting to agree;

niggas don’t love us

Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!

My life that’s on paper?

That’s the shit that I publish

Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga

You can’t kill me I’m dead already, his head is petty

My metal heavy, G-O-D of the Serengeti

Crazy Eddie machetes, I keep 'em in a Chevy

My metal heavy, G-O-D of the Serengeti

Just a young boy doing broke man shit

Running through the hood with a big four fifth

Spit on your poster, clique full of vultures

One shot, bet I’ll leave your liver on your shoulders

I’ll make your heart stop beating, your wife start cheating

She speaking with a mouthful of semen

We angels, y’all demons

If you think that you can fuck with the gods you’re dreaming

Cause my flow is like hell when you battle me

You bout to step into the realms of reality

Let’s get it poppin' motherfucker

For playing with pimping now y’all paying expenses

Like doctor bills, you’re not for real

I cock the steel over pot and pills, even cops get killed

On the block with a Glock before I got the deal

I don’t care, somewhere there’s a slot to fill, nigga

Godson, large guns, hard drums

Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs

Far from, a colorful artist

Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts

Game of Throne, we upend the farthest

Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle

Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles

You don’t understand struggle?

I’ll rob you for your gun tool

I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats

Got a chopper in the car?

Gotta chopper in the streets

Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease

And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze

I’m starting to agree;

niggas don’t love us

Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!

My life that’s on paper?

That’s the shit that I publish

Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga

The Dim Mak teacher, the Book of Enoch reader

The five deadly venom chest beater, the chess teacher

The guest speaker, the Miami flesh eater

I’m the physical of severely compressed ether

Carry wisdom of a severely distressed Gita

The act of cowardice you display is your best feature

Chastiser of the enemy, Death’s reaper

Logic dictate experience the best teacher

I gave him two choices he didn’t deserve either

Confession doesn’t work to a deeply disturbed preacher

Everything is painted with blood from a snub heater

Father please instruct me on how to perform pitra

Smoked in every country a lot of the bomb reefer

Poked in every country a lot of the don divas

I was resurrected by tropical storm Jesus

I was then selected to slaughter deformed fetus

Godson, large guns, hard drums

Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs

Far from, a colorful artist

Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts

Game of Throne, we upend the farthest

Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle

Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles

You don’t understand struggle?

I’ll rob you for your gun tool

I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats

Got a chopper in the car?

Gotta chopper in the streets

Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease

And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze

I’m starting to agree;

niggas don’t love us

Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!

My life that’s on paper?

That’s the shit that I publish

Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga