Flat Line

Vinnie PazVinnie Paz 

Follow 1 fan

Vinnie Paz

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 »

1 View

Playlists:

#1

 Struggling with Flat Line? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!

Ayo Paz, yo Blac i rep Official Pistol Gang
All motherfucking day

Clap at you fast, no safety on the ratchet
Gats play chess like crazy with the gabbit
Bus ride motherfucker staying on the transit
Drugs like babies
Real gracefully I handle it
I don't think lames could understand it
Boxcutter Pazzy from the faces that I damage
I put your fuckin' brains in the Atlantic
To fuse y'all fuckers with
Your cainery and panic
You talk about hammers
And I'll talk 'bout mine
When I'm fucking with the scramblers
I'm on cloud nine
Yeah, you disrespectful then it
Stomp out time batty Boy covered in a
Fuckin' chalk out line
I'm the name that pop up
When you talk 'bout grime
I'm the name that pop up
When you talk 'bout shine
And the big black heavy metal four-five mine
I'm a G, cocksucker, never cross that line

Rap game gone, flat line it's all over
Today is the day we gonna 'em
Flat, frame, fall, flat line
We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back
You got a squad, but I doubt you crack
Every release that you ever drop could
Be bundled in the value pack political rap
My man's caught a bullet in Nam
Sitting twisted in the buggie with
A seed in his arm
What's the motive when the reason is harm
We in the ghetto everyday fighting demons
With a badge and baton
I got six million ways to pop
Hustle to get it
When the odds stack higher than knots
Struggle to live it
You ain't never felt the burn from lead
So I'm never catching the L
I just focus how to earn my bread
You down with OPG
I'm down with Paz and Blac
You down with dope emcees
My title proves that fact
Ain't a city that could pull my slack
The red beam is an invitation to hell
Once I pull that back

"In America, ah people are uh
Treated very much and
Uh, the police are there to contain us
To brutalize and murder us"

And now's over with the livest rhyme killers
Knowledge unfolding
Is the rise from the sacred five pillars
Conquest the conquer, pillage your village
Respect god, play hard
Even in a live scrimmage
Face squads that call, we tarnish their image
Viking style
Celebrate with barrels of Guinness
And shoot outs
We replenish when the clicks is finished
Getting head on the couch
Watching Venus play tennis
I hold a mic like Jeter hold pennants
It's tragic like Troy Davis in his?
From the ending to beginning
Figure eight stay spinning
I'm infinite, you can't bust off
Nigga you impenitent
Sound waves travel underwater like sonar
I'm stealth, I can't be detected by radar
Probably in a fly car
With the seats reclined
It's Vinnie, Zilla and Blac nigga, flat line

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!