Kingdom Crusher - Vinnie Paz/Block McCloud

You can sense it in the air man

You better beware because

Something wicked this way comes

We run through your district

Our guns are sadistic

Something wicked this way comes

When the hairs on the back of your

Neck stand erect you know

Something wicked this way comes

If we display guns all the b**ches

They run they know

Something wicked this way comes

My level of rhyme is just another level of shine

My level divine anyone on the level is dyin'

A rebel refined telling you that the reverend lyin'

Malevolent mind dump the f**kin' lead in your spine

Dead on the dime leave his body redder than wine

It's lead in my palm Vinnie the f**kin' deadliest Don

I'm raw and I'm delirious like Ed in his prime

I'm '99 Jedi Mind baby steadily shine

My pettiest fine I would never regret or rewind

I would never separate the f**kin' bread and the wine

I would never f**kin' dedicate the dead to Haran

I would never f**kin' educate the heads to Haraam

The rebel of crime that was like an echo in time

It's still me I'm just better I'm a better design

I'm better with time you ain't a competitor slime

I'm Romero when he made The Living

Dead in his prime yeah

You can sense it in the air man

You better beware because

Something wicked this way comes

We run through your district

Our guns are sadistic

Something wicked this way comes

When the hairs on the back of your

Neck stand erect you know

Something wicked this way comes

If we display guns all the b**ches

They run they know

Something wicked this way comes

The method of raw is just another level of war

You're a p**sy claat rapper duke I said it before

I should body you for leaving all that red on the floor

Hell is heaven but you still

Believe that heaven is pure

Weapons on drawers Vinnie only read the Koran

And if rhyming is religion Vinnie P the imam

Peaceful I***m Vinnie on his deen and he calm

That's the only reason I could ever see

Through the storm yeah

Baggy jeans Air Max and a four-fifth

Faggot rappers in the closet like old kicks

I got my own label now I am so rich

And got more men that's down for me than Joe Smith

I'm addicted to vodka bottles and low sh*t

I'm addicted to topless models that nose sniff

Y'all ain't never have me open like an old gift

Who is y'all I've been to busy to notice

You can sense it in the air man

You better beware because

Something wicked this way comes

We run through your district

Our guns are sadistic

Something wicked this way comes

When the hairs on the back of your

Neck stand erect you know

Something wicked this way comes

If we display guns all the b**ches

They run they know

Something wicked this way comes