Gospel of the Worm - Vinnie Paz, Ras Kass

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision

Cerebellum Cerberus dog, I’m three-headed

Who your favorite rapper, my sock puppet, tell 'em I said it

High octane, my veins pump unleaded

Go hard on beat but this speed got me embedded

No post telemedic, I’m k-k-kinetic

So up jump the pump on the Ku Klux pathetics

I remember we in Ferguson right now

Republicans evicted that black dude from the White House

Couples racists, pointed hoods, stupid night gowns

This is for Selma, this is how a fair fight sounds

I spit patriotic treason

For every black body you left hanging from the trees and

Niggas on steroids thinking you He-Man

Stoupe said you was gayer than three seasons of Glee, man

Every bar is coca-ina, nothing but keys and

Logical like Vulcans, we be throwing up V’s, deezam

Boys to men, shazam

This is diving in volcanoes with a Go-Pro cam

Latinas love my gangstas, say I’m loco man

Like fucking pregnant chicks, how I go so ham

Hard as a motherfucker

Off the wall, nigga

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision

Boxcutter Pazzy, the razor blade and the ox with him

Punch this muhfucker in his chest, take his oxygen

Die muhfucker die, infrared dots on him

Vinnie put the E on the street like he Nils Lofgren

You could either slide or you could take that L

Have this muhfucker torn like an ACL

It’s a lot of hype around you, but you ain’t gon' sell

You know the son is going to talk because he hate that cell

Why I always had to be the one greasing his kids

Never contributed, nothing, always be in the fridge

I think it’s hard for you to even find a reason to live

Run up on his pussy like I got a key to his crib

Fuck this ras clot, I’mma leave him dead in the dirt

And then pop go his mind like he Gerald Levert

And the gat the same color of the herald that surf

I got a rhyme in my mind that’ll level the earth

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Correct with the mental and upright with the info

The dark cold planet, you can’t take the drama

Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision