Cheesesteaks (Vinnie Paz)

A knife in my palm, sharper than a sniper in Nam Righteous Islam, a hypocrite that fight to be calm My life is just torn, bipolar, icy and warm My life in a song, the reason why the Vicodin gone A bison is born, army of God, Michael is born The Uranium fission secret of the hydrogen bomb The Bible is gone, ya’ll are watching a viking perform And the 9 milli loud so the silencer’s drawn I’m live from the war, I don’t believe in crying at all I’m a manic depressive, never get excited at all I’mma live forever, don’t believe in dying at all I was born peaceful, I was never violent at all Then my father died, that was like a knife through my core Any love I had inside me not alive anymore Lion of war, Joseph Dredd, I am the law I’m the reason faggot rappers can’t thrive anymore Yeah! Class is in session, so you can stop guessing Who the fuck I be (Boxcutter Pazzie) Focus, on what has to be done Son, you know where I come from (Philly) My little man will blow your face off I flatten out bodies, I ain’t talking about a race horse Murder every rapper then I break off Scheming on this motherfucking money, Bern Madoff Y’all was always pussies so stay soft The only time beef is mentioned around me is for steak sauce I work harder than y’all, it’s no days off The knife work scratch and cut you up like Main Source My fam walk around with hawks on them Big motherfuckers, infrared dots on them And ain’t a motherfucker that can box with them Razor under the tongue and keep an ox with them Hardbody rap, God of the Serengeti I’m a sinner, I’m the God of the seven deadly Everything I do hard and it’s legendary I spit sixteen bars and you dead and buried Class is in session, so you can stop guessing Who the fuck I be (Boxcutter Pazzie) Focus, on what has to be done Son, you know where I come from (Philly)