Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - Animal Rap lyrics

[Kool G. Rap] You know the Don's armed with sixteen And I do harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, slipping the fabrics Pull up wit some big sh**, lieutenant sh**, hitting the hazards Spot a b**h wit that Cris habit, gotta have it f** shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage Roll where the clubs at slip for the rabbit Trick only lick dick status to get cabbage She get lathered to the dick baptist Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance It's drama to the finish, put the Llama to your appendix And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (n***a) This where the buck stops, f** props Buck shots at the top money, what the f** you forgot? Thought I was done and wasn't touching the block? Still real, busting the Glock Put up and you can see it (blaow) what up now? (Chorus) "I'll exile barbarian style like an executor" Wanna test Vinnie Paz man (Jedi Mind Tricks) Enforce the moves on fools [?] I'm invincible [Mike Tyson] Everybody talks and they like I'm losing my head, I'm losing confidence and that I'm talking loud and vulgar I'm talking vulgar because I'm angry at what I've experienced all my years through this and I'm just angry! Everyone else has the right to be angry too but that's just how I express myself [Vinnie Paz] Yo, bust a motherf**ing gat to this Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it I'm salty, miserable cat that slap shorties Looks kinda resemble that, a fat Pauly I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy I don't even f** wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do You should understand that I ain't really f**in' around And if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is Y'all don't overstand how f**in' strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness Or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers Let em s** the blood till your form is lifeless What! f**in' Vinnie Paz daddy! Jedi Mind Tricks! (Yeah!) (Chorus)