Silence & I lyrics

[Intro]
Two of a kind
Silence and I
We'll find a way to work it out

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know
That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice I'mma execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest
Who you think the victim who you think the f*ckin' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and seein' the minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man
They care about distracting you and hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand, and it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker motherf*cka meet ya lost father

[Hook]
It's gangsta how we rock while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
With big jewlery and big guns
We get busy, it gets grizzly

[Verse 2: King Syze]
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension pavin' the way
It's a sacred day waiting for my patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when someone good passes away
I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right, left, life, death, the stress of the trial brings
The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked-out rap, get high, angel dust
Roll with n*ggas that be payin the dues
Playas that don't give a f*ck if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me: "Is it rap or smoke?"
Is it bars of death for life or a hole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' sh*t
This that next sh*t Syzemology the new testament
Do this for my n*ggas Kong and the fam
Yo, I do this for them haters sayin' my songs don't bang

[Hook]
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
If this industry's a movie I'm the starring actor
You're an assistant for the intern of the back-up gaffer
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet
Backstage with four whores on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a punchline and an ill statement
And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math, I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wide under the gymnasium bleachers
f*cker, don't matter which herbs speak
'cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeah we sellin' the milk D
My audio be too raw for children, it's filthy
I never leave the crib without a pack of Now and Later's
I pack now and braaap later
And ain't a player you can find rollin' down the strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun sh*t
When you hear the click ya click run quick di*k
Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's the pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect
An inconspicuous spic with kitchen mittens when I'm slittin ya neck

[Hook]