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    7L & Beyonder / Lyrics

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    "Chain Reaction" Lyrics

    7L & Beyonder feat. Vinnie Paz

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    [Vinnie Paz talking]
    Yo, this fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby
    Esoteric baby, 7L baby
    We takin' why'all motherfuckas to war
    Teachin' why'all how to rhyme, awrite
    So feel me, before I stuff a fuckin' sock in ya mouth
    and stick you in my trunk, what, check it out
    It's like this, yo, yo, yo

    [Vinnie Paz]
    This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef
    Hands in ya safe, watch how I slang to a beat
    And you weak motherfuckas better stand at my feet
    'Fore I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat
    So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat
    Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet
    I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet
    I ain't even let out, all of the launch yet
    That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch
    I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six
    You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors
    Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basics
    Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go
    why'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? bo
    Vinnie Paz bring physical rain
    And the only thing why'all feel is physical pain, what

    We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in
    Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
    See a wack rapper, and start smashin'
    "And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction"

    I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka
    You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother
    My rap style's undiscovered
    Dames wide like the frame or the Lincoln Navigator
    Style just like an aborigine that wrestles alligators
    You know the deal crab rappers peel
    I give 'em shit that they can feel
    My style's like steel
    You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
    Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
    That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it
    And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
    Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che
    Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae
    Today's pay day, we on some dumber shit
    Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it
    Put you in check, put my foot to your neck
    You lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collect

    Hook (2x)
    [Vinnie Paz]
    The Army is back, and we bombin' the track
    Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT
    Regardless of that, battery assault wid a mack
    And Vinnie Paz a motherfuckin' dog when I rap
    You beef wid one of us, we all in ya back
    And a muh'fucker like me, put claws on ya back
    Stalk you like that, why'all just talk like Grovano
    My team, they fuck up more keys than a piano

    Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin'
    Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose still
    Circling, in ya shitty deck
    I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath
    watch him bleed to death
    Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity
    Actin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on me
    With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon
    We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong

    Hook (2x)
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Barry Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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