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