P Double - Vesuvius

This is not for y’all up at the radio
No this is not the sh*t that people pay me for
This for guys sliding in and out the shadows
Riding like Sopranos, identifying the sparrows
This ones for the mask that people live behind
Never what it seems don’t be so quick to find
What’s on the other side, I’m always on go like I got stuck in drive
And If they try to kill me, I can’t die I got 100 lives
At the Grand Vesuvio the view straight out a movie tho
Sipping the blood of Christ washing down the caprese, might just maybe
Take it there,
Sacred temples know what I’m made of yeah,
Help me find resolve with the demons that I’ve awakened here,
Yeah God and I got closer I could tell he listens,
Wicked lines across the Bridge of Sighs, God forgive him,
Given this gift to make these hits, and now it’s back to business,
But they still on my dick of course these sucka's sac religious

I done did a lot they couldn't stop dog
Fuck you think has changed? still the top dog
If they wanna draw blood I take the easel out, easel out
Murder murder murder if I’m speaking now
I done did a lot they couldn't stop dog
Fuck you think has changed? still the top dog
If they wanna draw blood I take the easel out easel out
Murder murder murder if I’m speaking now


Sculpted by Michael Angelo, Freed myself from the block
Unlocked the vision, P has risen slowly to the top
Chipped away at the David with in myself taking shape and I
Made mistakes along the way, chip on my shoulder says a lot
Emerged from the marble like surfacing a pool of water
Unscathed, and I done raised hell before I faltered
Start with the wrong questions and don’t understand the cause
Then even the right answers will forever steer you wrong
So don’t assume, don’t leave me room,
I vroom vroom on the pedal,
My body just a tomb, my spirit whole nother level
Make the angels in the sky cry holding vendettas,
While I stroll the Kingsroad like the via veneto
Oh oh, talkin all this high brow shit
Illuminati tryna dotted line me, I don’t power trip,
Painting sixteens like the Sistine, and the booth my room of tears,
Come and get it from the source where there ain’t no rumors here mothaf*cka

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