[Planetary]
Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray
Like a desert bird please, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty [bad word] on a church day
Ya city [bad word]  tustle where the dirt stay
Smokers try to sell dirt trays to undercovers
Old head feed kids, [bad word] numbers [bad word] 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 dib
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
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Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't [bad word]  around
And y'all can't [bad word] with us, or else we buckin' dem down

[Vinnie Paz]
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make
I hate y'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 [bad word]  with Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a shack and metal tank to harm [bad word] on b, why you trynna to build
Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
I'm the [bad word]  reason that you had any skill
With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the figure-four leglock
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down
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[Planetary (Vinnie Paz)]
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit)
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we lace you with the heavenly [bad word] 
Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip)
The energy split (y'all cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the vein (cuz of y'all spittin' the same)
We shookin' the flame (and melted all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jedi Mind stifflin' y'all)
It's right from the far (we pointin' [bad word]  rifles at y'all
You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw
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