Paz was born in Sicily, Italy, where he lived for a short time before moving with his family to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is of Sicilian/Italian heritage. He has both Italian and American citizenship. Paz originally started rapping with fellow Jedi Mind Tricks member Stoupe in his basement.
In 1996, Paz released the Amber Probe EP. This was the debut EP from the duo and it was released in 1996. It featured guest appearance from The Lost Children of Babylon. It was in 1997, Jedi Mind Tricks released their debut album; The Psycho-Social, Chemical, Biological & Electro-Magnetic Manipulation of Human Consciousness (often abbreviated as The Psycho-Social CD). The group only consisted of Paz and Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind at this time and featured Apathy, Jus Allah, and Black Thought.
He released his first solo album, Season of the Assassin in 2010. This was 18 years after Paz had originally started rapping. He released his second album God of the Serengeti in October 2012. In 2013, Paz confirmed that he was working with Army of the Pharaohs to release In Death Reborn, which was released in 2014. October 22, 2013 marked the release date of his second EP, Carry On Tradition. Paz's third solo LP, The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, was released on October 28, 2016. He released his fourth solo album, The Pain Collector, in September 2018. Subsequently, his newest solo album titled As Above so Below was released in February, 2020.
Paz owns an independent record label, Enemy Soil.
Paz is known for his raw and gritty lyrical delivery. His lyrics frequently contain references to religion, war, politics, mythology, conspiracy theories, and the paranormal. His more recent albums such as Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell show a more obvious approach to politics and world issues. This gritty style of Paz became apparent with the release of Violent by Design, and has become progressively more defined since its release.
Raised Catholic, Paz is now a Muslim, which plays a major role in much of his lyrics, often controversially, as on "Heavenly Divine", where he rapped "I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me, I broke into the Vatican, strangled The Pope with his rosary." Paz is also a heavy metal fan, and occasionally uses song titles and band names in JMT tracks and lyrics.
Paz has a number of aliases, such as: "Ikon the Verbal Hologram", "Louie Doggs", "Boxcutter Pazzy", "Pack Pistol Pazzy", "Hologram", "Paz", "Vinnie P", "The Pazmanian Devil", Odrama Vin Laden", "Ikon the Python", and "Pazienza".
WarMonger
Vinnie Paz Lyrics
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It's blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness
Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous
I murder devils and any of their accomplices
My brain function on other levels of consciousness
My brain function on other levels of pompousness
You're listening to the bass and treble of godlessness
My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous
Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse
Y'all shit is sweeter than two faggots that's locking lips
It ain't a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness
It ain't nobody that's equal to my accomplishments
The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes
The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits
It's hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
[Chorus]
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
By trapping in that trap for that paper
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
By trapping in that trap for that paper
[Verse 2]
Y'all know the flow is precise
You don't owe me your life
But that could change one roll of the dice
And then money try to go for his knife
I'mma levitate his body to the sky until he's homies with Christ
Don't even fuck around, son is a goon
Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed
I breathe life into the sun and the moon
I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb
Y'all don't know y'all getting stalked in the shower
Populism is rebellion over corporate power
Politics is just the talk of the hour
It's a matter of time before they hit another office or tower
I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs
And the Desert E big, it'll separate mothers from kids
I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge
Been around the world eighty times, nobody can fuck with the kid
Yeah
The lyrics in Vinnie Paz's song WarMonger are intense and filled with violent imagery. In the first verse, Vinnie exudes confidence and power, comparing his fists to an obelisk and boasting about his ability to murder devils and their accomplices. He claims that his brain works on levels of consciousness that most people cannot comprehend and that his accomplishments are unmatched. He also references the apocalyptic beliefs that some people hold, indicating that it doesn't matter if you believe in the end of the world, as his evil will demolish everything in its path.
In the second verse, Vinnie describes how music is his motivation to go insane and how it acts as an escape from his trapped reality. He then warns others not to mess with him, as he is a goon and they will regret any attempt to harm him. He also touches on popular rebellion against corporate power and how politics is just a facade for the real issues at hand. He ends the verse with a graphic image of separating mothers from their children with his gun.
Overall, the song is a representation of Vinnie's confidence and power as a rapper, showcasing his skills through violent and aggressive lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk
My punch is as strong and powerful as an ancient, tall monument
It's blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness
Your life is bleak, unemployed and filled with despair
Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous
You are insignificant compared to my greatness and strength
I murder devils and any of their accomplices
I defeat and destroy evil beings and any who side with them
My brain function on other levels of consciousness
My mind operates differently from most others
My brain function on other levels of pompousness
I am arrogantly superior and have a different mindset
You're listening to the bass and treble of godlessness
This music has no religious associations or connotations
My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous
My gun will unleash fury and destroy entire towns or cities
My esophogus breed the evil that just demolishes
My words and voice create destruction and chaos
Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse
It doesn't matter if you think the end of the world is coming
Y'all shit is sweeter than two faggots that's locking lips
Your actions or creations are weaker than two men kissing
It ain't a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness
No other musician can match my loud, annoying behavior
It ain't nobody that's equal to my accomplishments
No one has achieved what I have achieved
The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes
People are in shock that owning a Desert Eagle gun is allowed
The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits
An AR15 gun can cause great harm or even kill a mother or anyone else
It's hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
I am elusive like two famous baseball players
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
Music urges me to act crazy or do insane things
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
When I write about my thoughts, I realize I should be locked up
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
I feel confined but I found a way to free myself
By trapping in that trap for that paper
I make money by being trapped in a dangerous or risky situation
Y'all know the flow is precise
You all recognize that my rhymes are skillful and accurate
You don't owe me your life
You don't have to repay me or give me anything valuable
But that could change one roll of the dice
Your circumstances could easily change and you could owe me something
And then money try to go for his knife
If someone tries to steal from me, they will regret it
I'mma levitate his body to the sky until he's homies with Christ
I will harm this thief so badly that he will be with Jesus in heaven
Don't even fuck around, son is a goon
Don't mess with me, I am dangerous and violent
Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed
I have mental disorders and am heavily dependent on alcohol
I breathe life into the sun and the moon
I am powerful and can influence the celestial bodies
I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb
I can create life in the most difficult and unlikely situations
Y'all don't know y'all getting stalked in the shower
You are not aware that I am watching and observing your every move
Populism is rebellion over corporate power
The masses are fighting back against corporations and their hold over society
Politics is just the talk of the hour
Discussions about politics are only temporary, trendy topics
It's a matter of time before they hit another office or tower
There will be more destructive attacks on important buildings in the future
I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs
I am fearless and will put a gun to your side without hesitation
And the Desert E big, it'll separate mothers from kids
A Desert Eagle gun is powerful enough to kill mothers or other people
I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge
I have moved through different neighborhoods and overcome adversity
Been around the world eighty times, nobody can fuck with the kid
I have traveled extensively and no one can challenge my strength or skill
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
Music drives me to act wildly and crazily
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged
My written thoughts make me realize I should be locked up
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
Despite feeling confined, I am able to free myself
By trapping in that trap for that paper
I make money by being in risky or dangerous situations
Contributed by Nathaniel M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.