Watch Out - Lyrics - Vinnie Paz

"General" Magnetic what up, what up Steele? Astro?? on this one fam. *** hate to learn (yep), and learn to hate though (haha). Please educate all comrads everyday (yessir). "Listen to me." [Verse 1 - General Steele:] I pump death to the death, let the blind lead the dumb I’m a mess when I’m stressed, use a mic like a gun Shoot a verse through your vest verb shatter your chest Every word I project manifests in the flesh I’m destined to rep on deck where the weapon is kept Fully loaded Smith and Wesson how I earned my respect Steele the vet, I’m still ill, still with TEC Still will kill that real with the King Magnetic [Verse 2 - Esoteric:] Check it, it’s highly unlikely you cannot out-write me You might need a bodyguard like Letterman I injure men I’m vintage when I blast bayonets, jacket made of ninja skin So interesting I reenact the son of Sam murders Don’t kid a Kinison no sin is innocent I dress British, think Yiddish, my verse makes you all skiddish Like De La’s first iddish It’s Esoteric, *** you cop outs, we knock cops out You should watch out [Verse 3:] Cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops And when I die my lawyer in Heaven is Johnny Cochran So I spread my wings let freedom ring Instead of shine I used to stay on the stoop and move this loot with my Jedi mind [Verse 4:] Dred will find his essence, along with a weapon Organize, rhyme my lines, or I deal with my ?? ?? ?? no second guessing, triple my stakes Violate, fist to the face, inspire my apes [Verse 5 - Jus Allah:] I recite grace, flashlight under my face To some it’s the past life come jumped in my place Asunder my taste punish the mistakes come from my hate Erase the look of wonder from her face, hunger awaits Wear gloves, there will be blood Not to get warmer hence two strips of crud for my lip corners Supreme killing machine, I’m a busybody A little hard work never killed anybody [Verse 6 - Vinnie Paz:] My mind a hologram cousin I’ve been nice since ‘86 Right around the time they started moving that grey *** I ain’t overcomplicated, give me the basics Glock 45 Lord give you a facelift I’m drunk all the time, every day May 5 Rhyming ain’t for you god, stay on your dayshift Negative ***, I hate *** Y’all are on that gay *** so you could make hits Yo Mag, what up cousin? What up baby A.O.T.P. Yeah. Let's go [Verse 7 - King Magnetic:] *** if you did and he suffered his tyranny Harder than finding MCs that *** with me lyrically Every big touching me spiritually, knuckle invariably Punk your security, sand dunes, nothing is near to me ? and a mask like door math teacher Not a killer but King Mag chalk out features Have the coroner exploring you like Dora does ? caught a buzz War with us you can’t afford, get courted by more of us