I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
I'm a warrior, I went into jail for the drama. I'm the story of the terrorist cell of Osama — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
I had a void, God. Filled with whores & with blunts. I ain't have choice God I was born in the slums — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
I wanna never have birth and fail as a father. I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
I'm the god of war, the resurrector of the horror-core. The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs/Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love! — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry! — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
Between what is going on in Iraq and Mumia being locked up unjustly, things going on in Israel, Palestine, we don't really have anyone… — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
Yo, I'm god incarnate. From the grimiest back blocks. Pazienza lyrical equivalent of Sasquatch — Vinnie Paz Copy Share Image
