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Silence
1,106
Hip-Hop/Rap
Silence was released on September 5, 2006 by Babygrande Records as a part of the album Blood Brothers
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2006
LabelBabygrande Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Outerspace
Outerspace
Performer
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
Rap
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincenzo Luvineri
Vincenzo Luvineri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outerspace
Outerspace
Producer
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah. It's Big Louie Doggs. Jedi Mind. OS. Yeah, baby. Yeah
Walk with me. Yeah. I'm Abdulla the Butcher
Pay respect or I'm pulling the cooker
You might as well kill yourself, I'm pulling the pusher
Even if you survive, son
You still bitch cause I'm waiting anxious-ly to pull the kill switch
Your body's still stiff, rigor mortis. I bring pain in its rawest
Cain chorus. I seen pain, it was pure as Rich Porter's
I seen brains, it was poured on six corners
Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remains heartless
That's due to my fixation on the darkness
Just give me your 40, your idiot, and Billy Dee
You'll see what the psychology of Philly really be
Yeah, I'm from the birthplace of Rocky
My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti
You couldn't stop me, I'm Philly brained
I'll stick around and wait and witness how the pain feel. Fucking faggot
The silence of a candle burning in my room
We in the game where we smash for freedom
While producers' cribs look like wax museums
We set up shop, round up, in tech the region
See a hundred Puerto Ricans, on beans he's leaning
We out to slaughter people, we that porbe-ico
We them revolutionaries cause no laws equal
We them executioners, God your cerebral
I'll pick your brain matter up in God's cathedral
Don't sleep, I'll put a dagger to your chin
Approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp
Make you stagger with a limp, I'm an addict for the gin
Like a Catholic for the sins, speaking rapture through they lips
And you passionate of the limb, but that chapter don't exist
I put the ratchet to your ribs and make a bastard out your kid
Make a casket out your crib while I'm smashing out your wiz
Have a gasm to the kid, then I'm laughing at the biz
The most immaculate to spit, most elaborate with the gift
To dip my whole team this karat on they wrist
I need rocky fingertips, next flutter the gist
So when we step up in the spot, don't nobody forget what
The silence of a candle burning in my room
I'm the type that can slaughter a syllable
You killable rap ****, spit words so pitiful
Sheesh, I pity the fool, I'm sick with the do-it
We shitting on dudes, you need to be more hip to the new
We ruthless, untame, type of tall-yo
I'm number one draft pick, man, endorse my quote
You hear sports? I'll low, I escort my folk
We deep like dead bodies on tour, I know
We ride like Coupe de Villes, aim, shoot to kill
OS and Jedi Mind, we the true for real
So ill we rock three-piece suits and bill
Like Reservoir Dogs in the booth, I spill
I feel more official with steel on a hill
G-5 shine bright like a stainless steel
The name is real, Outerspace the reign is real
If you can't stand the rain, then this ain't your field, stupid
Ass ****, dummy shit
The silence of a candle burning in my room
And the voice within the candle whispers of a timeless peace that lies beyond
Written by: Vincenzo Luvineri
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