Flat Line

Ayo Paz, yo Blac
I rep Official Pistol Gang all motherfucking day

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Clap at you fast, no safety on the ratchet
Gats play chess like crazy with the gabbit
Bus ride motherfucker staying on the transit
Drugs like babies, real gracefully I handle it
I don't think lames could understand it
Boxcutter Pazzy from the faces that I damage
I put your fuckin' brains in the Atlantic
To fuse y'all fuckers with your cainery and panic
You talk about hammers, and I'll talk 'bout mine
When I'm fucking with the scramblers, I'm on cloud nine
Yeah, you disrespectful then it stomp out time
Batty Boy covered in a fuckin' chalk out line
I'm the name that pop up when you talk 'bout grime
I'm the name that pop up when you talk 'bout shine
And the big black heavy metal four-five mine
I'm a G, cocksucker, never cross that line

[Hook]
Rap game gone, flat line
It's all over, today is the day we gonna 'em
Flat, frame, fall, flat line
We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

[Verse 2: Zilla]
Check it
Yo call me Zilla, I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone, you niggas pushing albums back
You got a squad, but I doubt you crack
Every release that you ever drop could be bundled in the value pack
Political rap, my man's caught a bullet in Nam
Sitting twisted in the buggie with a seed in his arm
What's the motive when the reason is harm
We in the ghetto everyday fighting demons with a badge and baton
I got six million ways to pop, hustle to get it
When the odds stack higher than knots, struggle to live it
You ain't never felt the burn from lead
So I'm never catching the L, I just focus how to earn my bread
You down with OPG, I'm down with Paz and Blac
You down with dope emcees, my title proves that fact
Ain't a city that could pull my slack
The red beam is an invitation to hell, once I pull that back

[Hook and Sample]
"In America, ah people are uh, treated very much and uh, the police are there to contain us, to brutalize and murder us."

[Verse 3: Blacastan]
And now's over with the livest rhyme killers
Knowledge unfolding, is the rise from the sacred five pillars
Conquest the conquer, pillage your village
Respect god, play hard, even in a live scrimmage
Face squads that call, we tarnish their image
Viking style, celebrate with barrels of Guinness
And shoot outs, we replenish when the clicks is finished
Getting head on the couch, watching Venus play tennis
I hold a mic like Jeter hold pennants
It's tragic like Troy Davis in his ??
From the ending to beginning, figure eight stay spinning
I'm infinite, you can't bust off, nigga you impenitent
Sound waves travel underwater like sonar
I'm stealth, I can't be detected by radar
Probably in a fly car, with the seats reclined
It's Vinnie, Zilla and Blac nigga, flat line