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Vincenzo Luvineri (born October 5, 1977), better known as Vinnie Paz (formerly known as Ikon the Verbal Hologram), is an Italian-American rapper and the lyricist behind the Philadelphia underground hip hop group Jedi Mind Tricks. He is also the frontman of the hip hop supergroup Army of the Pharaohs. more »

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All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types
Or the dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats
Or died from overdoses made an impact then
And shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who,  all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream

The heroes in my home wasn't like yours
Portrait's of Genovese over the light doors
My pops spoke highly of Giuseppe Dovi
Told me 'bout the wise guys over macaroni
My uncle Rudy was a don in the 50's
Real greaseball shit
I'm talkin' 'bout the guineas
Can't forget my uncle Mickey
He the first one to show me how
To shoot a blicky in a jiffy
Then Angelo Bruno would run the city
The down south don who immigrated from Sicily
It was other crews, but they was sloppy

Did they retaliate properly?
He got booked and did thirty years choppy
These were the men that I was enamored by
The type of man that
My whole family glamorized
All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types or
The dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats
Or died from overdoses made an impact then
And shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream

The heroes in my life wasn't the same as you
I worshiped Brian Wilson and all
The things he do
The drugs he would do hardly conceivable
Schizoaffective it was untreatable
David Ruffin was a coke fiend
Collapsed at a crack house
Around the dope fiends
We played In My Stride when he died
One of the greatest singers of all time
I was intrigued by the darkness
Hearing Frankie Lymon sing was catharsis
Found dead, needle in his arm, 25
F*ck around with most high pay a heavy fine
Sinatra was a womanizer, Jimi was a junky
But they was inspirations to me
I'ma keep it funky
Phil Lynott drank himself into an early grave
But I was still playing all
Of his records every day
I love Cliff Burton muffled tones
Why did I gravitate to
All the troubled souls?
May Allah forgive their sins
Grant them Jannah too
Your life is worth living if you left a jewel
All the men I held up high, people I admired
Were the gangster types or
The dope fiend kinds
Guys with guns and overcoats
Or died from overdoses made an impact then
And shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream

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