On the Eve of War

This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap, with a 44 banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya I pay homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers I'm with the Lord-Justice, and we raw gritty Picture hell, Philadelphia to New York City I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming And ya'll are more purposeless than a pacifist king You gonna die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics Genuine brilliance or innate madness yeah, we all spin on the same axis and this chrome thing here leave your frame backless the police always trying to aim flame at us so I don't mind when a pig brain splatters I don't mind that we all gonna die soon I return to the silence of God's tomb yeah...vinnie paz baby...yeah...yeah...yeah CHORUS (x2) There is no escaping once my blade start scraping my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed Wanabe of the mc's is shaken So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed