A Storm of Swords

[Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang You the man, fame, here's my man frame, champagne Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig On an open mic, growl follows, space over night Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes (High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge [Chorus 2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz] Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down [Vinnie Paz] This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make I hate all, hate law and hate jake I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake Cuz everybody bitin' the gods, a day late I maintain, handle beef Islamly Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army It take a shack and metal tank to harm me