Vinnie Paz, OuterSpace - Silence Lyrics

I'm Abdullah the Butcher
Pay respect or I'm pulling the cooker
You might as well kill yourself
I'm thrilling to push you
Even if you survive son, you still bitch
Cause I'm waiting anxiously to
Pull the kill switch
Your body still stiff, rigor mortis
I bring pain, it's as raw as Kane's chorus
I seen pain that was pure as Rich Porter's
I seen brains that was poured on six corners
Listen to orders
Vinnie Paz remains heartless
That's due to my fixation on the darkness
Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee
You'll see what the psychology
Of Philly really be
Yeah, I'm from the birth place of Rocky
My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti
You couldn't stop me, I fucking brain drill
I stick around a while to
Witness how the pain feels fucking faggot


We in the game where we smash for freedoms
Raw producer's cribs look like wax museums
We set up shop
Round up and attack the region
See a hundred Puerto Ricans
On Banshees leaning
We out to slaughter people
We that raw Puericos
We them revolutionists cause no law's equal
We them executioners, guard your cerebral
Or pick your brain matter
Up in God's cathedral
Don't sleep I put a dagger to your chin
Approach you real smooth with the
Swagger of a pimp
Make you stagger with a limp
I'm a addict for the gin
Like a Catholic for the sins
Speaking ratchets through their lips
And you passionate to live
But that chapter don't exist
I put the ratchet to your rib and
Make a bastard out of your kids
Make a casket out of your crib
While I'm smashing out your wizz
Have a Gatling for the kid and
I'm laughing at the bitch
The most immaculate spit
Most elaborate with the gift
Then dip my whole team till
There's carats on their wrists
I need Rocky finger tips
Next slaughter begins so when we step up in
The spot don't nobody forget one

I'm the type that could slaughter a syllable
You killable rap niggas spit
Words too pitiful
I pity the fools, I'm sick with the tools
We shitting on dudes
You need to be more hip to the news
We ruthless, untamed tiger, tally your votes
I'm number one draft pick
Man endorse my quote
You heard sport, I loc, I escort my folk
We deep like dead bodies on tour, I know
We ride like Coupe DeVilles, aim
Shoot to kill
OS and Jedi Mind we the truth for real
So ill we rock three piece suit's and build
Like Reservoir Dogs, in the booth I spill
I feel more official
We're still lone on our hills
G5 shine bright like it's stainless steel
The name is real
OuterSpace the reign is real
If you can't stand the rain
Then this ain't your field, stupid