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Jedi Mind Tricks




Альбом Jedi Mind Tricks


Violent By Design (2000)
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Words From Mr. Len Part One
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The Prophecy (Interlude)
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Permanent Midnight (Interlude)
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Words From Mr. Len Part Two
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. . .


{movie clip}

beware of the beast man.
for he is the devils pawn.
alone among gods primates.
he kills for sport,or lust,or greed.
yay he will murder his brother to posses his brothers land.
let him not breed in great numbers,
for he will make a desert of his home,and yours.
shun him, drive him back into his jungle lair.
for he is the harbinger of death.

. . .


[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
The metal inside the barrel passes
Through the frames in your glasses
Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness, leave you hatless, fucking capless
Watchin niggas dig the spot where the earth's crack is
Hard to graph like science and math is
The cavemen who don't practice and live backwards
We oxen with streets is watchin
Release shotguns, niggas got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith, you can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
I love pussy but never the bitch that it's attached to


[Chorus: Ikon]
Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, you're too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes

Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, you're too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes


[Verse 2: Ikon]

We itchin' to kill, that's why we spittin' the real
Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be grippin a mill'
The clip'll expel, dump 'em in a ditch or a hill
'Cause the mother fucker ain't left me shit in his will
And y'all was always sounding like a bitch when you spill
And we the rawest mother fucking clique in the field
So real mother fuckers better recognise real
Or ill muther fuckers gonna exercise skill
Y'all better chill when the Hologram build
Little mother fucker got hands just like steel
Whoever approach me and what i feel
"while u find ya legs bein' replaced by steel"
So y'all better yield or imma choke faggots
My hands held more razorblades than coke addicts
We like to quote facists 'cause we the meanest
And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus


[Chorus]


(Vinne Paz and Jus Allah talking)

. . .


[Killasha]
The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it
It is what it is indeed Stoupie
Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know

[Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]

Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight
You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like
The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe
Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light
Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders
Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll benches till playin fear was fair game
Ya'll got f**ked up like sex on an airplane
That's why we can't change, we just ill
We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real
The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw
Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw
That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour
That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store
That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed
And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!?

Hook 2x
*scratches*
"Lookin for rappers who wanna battle"
"Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad"
"The underground rapper who's wreckin"
"Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like"

[Killasha]
Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the boss
I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores
I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because"
My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause
I play 48 minutes hard without the calls
Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating with 44s and foul whores
Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, that'll open all doors
I soar like a condor ready for war, f**k the law!
*sample*
(distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"

Hook 1x

[Jus Allah]
Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster
Game of Death motherf**ker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya
Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through helmets
Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with
Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters
Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders
Pale niggas act jail lifers
Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers
Shoes never walk nor land, explore land
I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran
Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death
I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh
Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin
Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan
F**kin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks

*scratches till end*

. . .


[Mr. Lif]
I'm the fire bearer
Holder of the sun
The Earth and the universe combined as one
An everlasting energy taking all forms
Blue skies on sunny days, terrible the storms
The one who tears down what you adorn
And curses the material things that you mourn
But look up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn
And the light that empowers your flesh as you yawn
Strong, undeniably so
Lif better known as a society foe
The deity glow reach into my center
I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter
The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer
As your skeleton crush
Your physical turns into gelatin plus
Due to over stimuli
You liquify
I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil
When the ground splits
To swallow of corporations and cops
Give birth to rocks
So we can have solid ground on which to walk
Stand strong and talk
And write down theories in chalk on the side walk

Chorus:

"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell" -----> Buckshot
"The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes..."

[Jus Allah]
My style orbits
Around nine planets of forces
Ominous metaphorics in vision of devil corpses
Lion hoarder, mad scientist slash author
Present the type of horror that boils your holy water
Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father
Hard boys become toys inside the real saga
So why bother
My whole flaw lines is harder
So bring the drama
We all know that science is smarter
I set off crowds, style wild like a circus
I seek through souls when I walk past churches
Allah praise you, stay true to a devout purpose
Seeking out the wise wherever the God searches
Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging
Lyrics assault men' like slugs that fill harkness
No option, narrow odds
Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards

Chorus

[Ikon the Hologram]
Open the gates of Midian
For the fangs like the flesh
Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh
We hang the best
Spit venom until your face burn
Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm
The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist
Snake turn and fake yearns the kiss of judas
We take lives with knives steady abusing ya
With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula
Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class
Ikon will smash into shards of glass
To reform into a whirlwind of sand
Then reborn into the word Hologram
A solemn man with plans to intwine matter
Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer

. . .


quantum theory is a completely different picture of reality
What we think of as empty space,
is really filled with millions of particles moving in closed loops through
space and time,
these particles move in an infinite amount of space,
up to a single point

. . .


[Virtuoso]
I'm omnipotent
You claim to win battles
So when the beat starts
I'll punch the tree bark
And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart
Severing every animal
I'm doing dirt like earthworms
I'm sick and original
Boy, I gave birth to the first germs
I spit the acetate
To make your lips evaporate
The Master Ape
Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
Pass the eight, sack of shake
Twisted in plasma tape
I came for y'all through the castle gate
I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ???????
So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate
Telling 7L to scratch a plate
In due for respect I slap your face
Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya
You're a neck and I'm Dracula
Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks
I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich
So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips

[Jus Allah]
Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
Taste my blade sharpness
Ranked in no class like Marxist
The heartless
Rise out of darkness
I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with
Be the next member in the cast of my snuffed vics
Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping
At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators
Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus
Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless
Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus

[Ikon the Hologram]
We ravenous
Exhume the tomb of Lazarus
You blasphemous
We bring war to pacifists
Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock
Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
Pine box is fine for a killer to run
Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun
Bring the gun, your tongue is what I'm slicing
We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them
And take turns to burn religious doctrines
Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles

[Esoteric]
Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
Wreck nights, spit flames
Lead pipes, split frames
Kid ain't shit changed
Act trife
I grab the mic and bag your wife
Sacrifice you twice
Motherfucker in after life
Decimate your paradise
Burn tracks like thermostats
My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
I might advise
You type of guys should revitalize
Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys
With a dope rhyme
Take control of your soul
Grab a fourty fo' for the po's
Get your broken nose
Opponents go to shows
Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clothes
I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
My world hypothesis
Kill beasts like heart disease
Man please
You can never fuck with the Eso-pterodactyl
My rap skills will thrash you
Motherfucker

. . .

Words From Mr. Len Part One

[Нет текста]

. . .


[Planet]
In my historical oracle
I blast metaphorical
editorials educating
in my territorial get torn
heavily armed with seventy bombs
that'll blast devine like the heavenly song
Your men'll be gone
if they explore my deepest thoughts
i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreaming a stalk
MCees in the dark I walk
Blindfolded the mines golded
Watch how you talk
My styles is an art
Recognize lycially purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist
with my third eye, I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist
There's more of this than wasted
Shiny chains and braclets
I hit tracks my toungue weigh
for the brains to blaze in
Amazin angelic, tell it to your people
"Your mic and my mic, come on yo!... no equal"

[chorus]x2

Illedelph is like the sun cuz we shine with rhymes
Underground is like the moon you only see us at times
and at times with light skies when the stars recline
Jedi Mind, Outerspace, coincide to combine

[Jus Allah]
Raw poems, bury your body in catacombs
rip your soul from your limbs
like brims from Jip Jones
In the Twilight Zone we disperse cowards
Vampires that stalk earth on reversed hours
Nite cause we talk a different song
My latitude is God darts out my jaw
leave eternal scars
You left breathing out of tubes
Straws by the marksman, harnessin
Science for the marvelous and the charlatan
Raps will make your parallax
My domain has power to block synapses I daze
War shots fight of by the army type warlock
Devil's Plan is to have you drip in the Clorox
Beast deceiving us ways devious possessing
My peeps to walk streets with stolen heat like Prometheus
Elements rushin you back to hell again
Illadelphians crush your skeleton into fuckin gelatin

Chorus

[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Dont ever come at me with war
I'm seven scores of orators
rappers fall onto all fours like minotaurs
with Jedi Mind and the planetary we bombin this
we stand one step above you like a pharmacists
with all in this detonate the bomb
Heads dread hallucinogenics in Vietnam
I spit a song create bombs like an Iraqi
Swear on the bible and the lines of Ecclesiastes

[Planet]
Assault and battery

[Ikon the Verbal Halogen]
Battle me that'll be what splits you
Store enormous amounts of energy in a crystal
we boa constrict you
The gods are militant
You faggots couldn't go the length
like you was impotent, you ignorant
Your whole click is split in half
You step in allah's path, and face the lords wrath, WHAT

[chorus] 2X

. . .


[Vinnie Paz]
You get split in fucking half
The Ikon the Hologram wrath
But I am the center inside the placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas
We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus
But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus
Upon papyrus
I kill snipers and body vipers
And strangle you with the organs of rioters who try to fight us
Call me your highness
And sip the blood from the phoenix
Who's guilty like the Jews in the crucifixion of Jesus
Murder the heathens
And perish in a pit of cobras
Word is bond, my rhymes form into a swarm of locusts
Provoke us
And face the Zodiac killers
Five Samurai, do or die, fire spitters
Heavy hitters, from the lands of Sudan
Killadel Shambala Ikon the Hologram
What?

[Virtuoso]
All religions fear ?Miguel?
My strikes are fatal, to your style
That's infantile like prenatal
Your mic's a child
That's getting fucked by a wild pedophile
????? ?????? ?????? ?????? ????? ???? pectoral
So suck my genitals you punk bitch
I'm the general
Concocting verbs out of chemicals
Leave you bloody like menstrual
Cycle, my rap rifle blasts open any beat you throw
Virtuoso flows like an ocean through an archapelago

[Esoteric]
At a glance yo my battle stance rattles champls like an avalanche
Crabs don't have a chance you sycophants spend your cash advance grabbin a lance try
to joust with the conqueror
Stompin the pawns that sponsor ya
Onto the crucifix
I chew ya crew to bits like Mucelix or computer chips
Who can dis the pugelist?
Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde
Your valves canals divide
I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise replicants of nexus 6's excellence
Present tense malevolence, devastating regiments
Ever since I supplied a diatribe of cyanide you revised whom you idolize
I finalize death threats, you recollect the esoteridactyl
Court is now in session mothafucka drop the gavel
[Bahamadia]
Knowledge is self taught to be defining me spiritual
??????? ??????? ??????? ?????????
Like oracles at Delphi when they're spoken to
Mortals refer to me as ?????? ????? ????
For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you
My presence equals principle like a method philosophies
Of reparations, for payment, a stolen legacy
So hail, homie
I make up the pharoah
Like Ma'at i seek truth through the tarot
Choosing the teachings of 'Nezzar over that of the devil
And trading places with ????? ????? to hear my ancestors echo
Commanding thoughts the lady forming the facts
That led me to the holy near the temple of Kanak

. . .

The Prophecy (Interlude)

[Нет текста]

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine
Ikon the fucking Hologram
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Ikon the Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan
Holy lamb
Who spit the live shit
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit
The hot shit
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would overstand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lawnmower man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
A Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what

[Chorus repeat 4x]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what

[Just Allah]
MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible
Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
Seen inside the visions of beyond
The dwellings of the Om
Existing in Islamic pantheon
Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
Power blast wacking my path devour fast
I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass
Devise your spell
Make demons rise out of hell
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your jaw on a Gauze wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into a coffin
Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army
We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry
What, yeah, yeah

[Chorus repeat 4x]

[Ikon] Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin'
[Jus Allah] Your feel poetic, law of the titans
[Ikon] We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning
[Jus Allah]The three wise men
[Ikon] We at levels that defies men
[Jus Allah] Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men
[Ikon] Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms
[Jus Allah] Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns
[Ikon] The master herein
[Jus Allah] The ominous, the master spirit
[Ikon] Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics
[Jus Allah] Ikon the python
[Ikon] Rappers are left strangled
[Jus Allah] I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle
[Ikon] Above the clouds
[Jus Allah] We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways
[Ikon] Islamic marksmen
[Jus Allah] Seeing the squad then...
[Ikon] ... could be your fatal mistake
[Jus Allah] Like the first sins of Adam in the garden
[Ikon] You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo
[Jus Allah] Explore realms, you left too confused to follow
[Ikon] Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds
[Jus Allah] Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground
What! Mothafuckers!

[Chorus repeat 4x]

. . .


[Intro]
You've watched so many people die...
You've watched so many people die...

[Antz: movie sample.]
Sacrifice- to some, it is just a word. to others it is a code
{yo, Ikon the fuckin' Hologram}
What matters is the colony.
{take ya'll motherfuckers to war, what what}
He's willing to live for the colony,
to fight for the colony, to die for the colony
{yo, yo, yo}

[Verse 1: Ikon]
Witness the art of combat
the center is where the bombs at
It's illegal for the feeble to see beyond that
Upon that, cyanide gases, sentinel dent through ya ventricle with nine axes
Time lapses, we on with, brutal and terrible conflict bomb shit
You gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior
A pitchfork through your bitch-heart [in] Castlevania.
Slayin ya'- we blaze all men
And storm through Allah battlefield with suede Timbs
The ra-ven {raven screech} who made men eyeless
Blinds evil, like a needle through the eye of Osirus
My vibrance will span to Negril
With the violence of Hamburger Hill, to kill
What, what

{unknown sample}
to the depths I dive- I dive

{scratching of the word "Sacrifice" as said by Big Pun in "You Ain't A
Killer")

{Verse 2: Jus Allah aka Megatraum}
The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints
Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits
Enter trenches of arms, the Paragon spawn
Your body's carried and dropped like surrogate moms
Sad realities for those that battle me
Find enemy beats, and wake em' up with the force of alchemy
A jaded man, never follows the Lord's plan
Rises for sacrifice like Isaac to Abraham
Expect wideness from Heaven's excels
Coming outta my shells like metal projectiles
Connect soldiers by straight edges, you're left endless
Severed by the line then bisected your necklace
Dreadnaut leaving treadmarks from lead shots
Silence your voice box, with infrared dots
Your optics, forced to watch raw torture
Therapeutic, combining your pores with iron straws

{unknown sample}
to the depths I dive- I dive

{continuous scratching of Big Pun saying "Sacrifice" throughout the end}

{Ikon} - talking
You know the fuckin deal
The hunter has now become the hunted, motherfucker
Jedi Minds, severing your spine
What's the fuckin deal, what's the fuckin deal
You will be consumed by your own fire, motherfucker

{more Antz samples}
I know you will all do your duty

{Ikon}
Jedi Minds banging you in the face
2G's
Fuck all y'all

{Antz sample}
I am proud to send you into battle...

. . .

Permanent Midnight (Interlude)

[Нет текста]

. . .


[Chief Kamachi]
Yeah yeah
Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo
Yo, my words sold germs, spread em like a slow germ, infected
Disease is collected and quarantined from my method
The borderline where the animal and divine become separate
I'm Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record
Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic
It's needed and requested
Brought to you like Elijah in the message
A jury of ancestors was sequested
To decide my fate, for conductors of viscious vespers
Candlelight death is extras
Is usually hollow point flesh presses
Until they skin caress stretchers
I'm the best to finesse textures
My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet
Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic
Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc
Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole wit a magnet
East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square
It's firmly established, the language is lavish
First to rock Roshashannah's and African pajamas
Swear before I die to be there wit the best of the rhymers
Music for different ears, hears in different spheres
Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear
K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here

*Vocal sample*
"Too much...I'm tired"
"In the company of those that fear..."
"In the company of ...fear"

[Ikon]
Yo we smash mics, but ya'll wanna build
But in the face of death, you can't kill
And that's real, we fear what we feel
But ya'll muvaf**kas can't overstand skill
If ya'll start me, we Buck like Milwaukee
But ya'll, ya'll just do a lot of talkin
And maybe that's why you fear what the devil does
Maybe that's the appeal of a metal slug
You ain't a ghetto thug, you an actress
That's unatural, like love between faggots!

"In the company of ...fear"

[Jus Allah]
I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga
This next bud is not for you
Watchin you made me land a clenched hand to your nostril
Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares
Beware, my flares put poets in rolling chairs
Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins
You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs
Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life
Any mothaf**ker holdin the heat can have ice
You're just like a bitch wit no top on
At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on
Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug
I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood

"Too much...I'm tired"
"In the company of those that fear"
"In the company of....fear"

"Above all, there was fear
Fear of today, fear of tomorrow
Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself"

"We came from distant space and even what some might call
Another dimension...and we're about to return"

. . .


Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby
2 G baby
Army of the Pharoahs
All that good shit

[Ikon the Hologram]
Yo, yo
The lawnmower man smashes
Through your skull with battle axes
We whip asses, with adjante daggers
That slashes
Crushing opposition like we was fascists
Stigmata and four gashes
We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right
Take they sternum and then turn them into my acolytes
That's the sight of blood that make a child stop
That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
I hate you, say to pray to a heavenly father
It's fatal, like a NATO military armada
We hotter, warriors from Atlantis
Couldn't understand how raw the Hologram is
The mantis who use the flame rod
'Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise the name God

[Diamondback]
Yo the technique, detrimental to your immune
Leave you in the dust, let y'all niggas choke on fumes
It's the tight mikes, aerodynamic, gigantic
The shadow I cast is dominant, royal highness
North Philly's own home-grown cham-pion
Purposely remainin' unknown until shown
Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home
I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone
Buildin' a home for lost MC's gone wrong
Feel the pressure when my team come on strong, it's QD

[Chorus repeat 2x]
*Stoupe scratches*
Don't ever try to...
But can't the skill execute this right
Listen up y'all suckas to what I say
Breakin out an unstoppable...

[Jus Allah]
Megatron is f**kin' monstrous
Hoppin' out of Lake Loch Ness
Every motherf**ker in range is left top-less
Quell my metropolis, like shit's cop-less
Y'all cock-less, we stuff y'all in boxes
For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick
Thug'll diss em, when we gotta put a slug in your bitch
Splatter your dame, Pharoahs we shatter your brain
'Till a nigga's salary change to lateral game
Like Calgary Flames, puttin' fire on ice
Put me in hell, for puttin' four nails in Christ

[Louis Logic]
I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge at Governor Ridge
Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a mean son-of-a-bitch
With an itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade
In front of your face so close to leave your whiskers shaved
To disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad
And shove 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads
The only way your rhymes would be the shit
You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick
Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin'
Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland

[Chorus]

[B.A. Barakus]
Hey yo I got a fetish, to see flesh rip
When my Tek spits, breakin' the bone where ya'll chest is
I dare a nigga to try and battle
I'll put the sweat in your palms when you swallow you're adam's apple
Eat MC's like Chupacabra was eating cattle
Defeat disease with palabras, frequently in battle
Make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal
Haul a fifth to his face, taste the steel
This why I got pro deep and stay ruthless
You useless, F**k with us and leave toothless
We're often known as psycho-drama dispensors
Paralyze niggas then put 'em in trauma centers

. . .

Words From Mr. Len Part Two

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. . .


[Tragedy Khadafi]
You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo
You know what I mean?
The God Jus Allah

[Jus Allah]
Megatraum is a martian, feeding off weed and cash
I dash from my ship in the Roswell Crash
You smash when you dash with the clashing ox
Saw you in half without a f**king magical box
Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock
I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked
Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen
We're ill marines with hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's will, horror in the skill
Caught up in the real
Don't give me cause to kill
Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes
If I had to follow the moon across the globe
With the staff and white robe
I still hold metal
Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals

Chorus:
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, last rites, we *fast to blast twice

[Ikon the Hologram]
Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice

[Tragedy Khadafi]
We smash mics, and blast too precise

[Ikon the Hologram]
Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights

[Vinnie Paz]
Yo, I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Any motherf**ker that front, is left backless
Y'all motherf**kers just burn into ashes
Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is
It's Black Sabbath
Put a slug in his grill
'Cause Jedi Mind two five thuggin' for real
You ever think there might be trouble then peel
'Cause a motherf**ker like me dumpin to kill
Y'all better pass the mic 'cause Vin's ill
Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields
I don't know how many kids my flow harms
My gun control leave y'all with no arms
Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies
Left in the path of the Paz *& Khadafi
5'9 tatted up, mad stocky
Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby

Chorus

[Tragedy Khadafi]
I hit the turnpike on dirtbikes with 2 heaters
On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia
Only thug guerillas *will react to this
The laws try to destroy *this black activist
Half of y'all is performers and actresses
I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses
Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted
I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it
I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on
Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off
Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft
It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off
Red Dragons, can't even f**k with my brain patterns
I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons
*Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells
If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell
I've done lived in a cell
Did bids in hell
Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail

. . .


[Verse 1: L-Fudge]
I metamorph phrases to glaciers
Have em come together in liquid stages
Then turn down the temperature and have em frozen into a solid foundation
Now added to that this well produced amazement
The crash is enough, to have the world tipped off it's axis a notch
It'll take the likes of, Jedi Minds to construct new longtitude lines
In order to get around but now, you're askin for too much
With minds put together
I'm like an alternative source of energy like, electricity generators
Separators of the wack rap, to the world reknownst individuals
Played in deuce parts life's nara-rators
Rhyme gladiators, is what we're referred as
Food for thoughts tooken offa ya plate instead ya serve trash
Ikon and Logic serve as my accomplices
And bring our own form of trinity to show y'all onto this
Rhyme patterns come across as astonishing
So I have all right to feel myself to the point of genetalia fondlin'

[Hook]
We the three emcees that rock that shit
Pick the twelve inch up and knock that shit
"Louis Logic, L-L-Fudge, Ikon the verbal hologram"

[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
I spread around me a viral infectious faculties
Applied chiropractically so rappers cannot come back to me
Simply outta respect, or suffer the consequence
the effect of which is that of absent father neglect
Wreakin' havoc, on egos speakin' magic
Castin' the curse on fashion emcees for region fabric
Send 'em wandering through the labyrinth
As far as cuttin' careers short on mics
I'm what the NYPD is to entrapment
Epitome of have been, yet schooled
Engineers peep the structure of my mind
now they wonder how the math went
L was made to ascend, which is evident by my descent
Spreadin east to west like European settlements
Sequence, but even, I'm captured
Self destructive explosive devices reactin' from my mind is everlastin'
Which makes me a Trojan horse of sorts
Drainin' ya plasma until ya rhythm section hold the contorts
While snatchin' a arm in this sport
Drove off on ya squarely, then the Warren report
And the single bullet theory

Hook (x2)

[Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
You f**k wid me you won't survive
Ikon been live since eighty five
Mine'll still have a carat thats tragical crystallized
Hit them guys, in they eyes wid f**kin shrapnel
Bomb they castle, set fire into they chapel
Wrap a lasso round rappers who wanna battle
Hologram wid two bad hands force you to grapple
elo-rapsol, reverse time and bring diseases
Christians will worship Allah and Muslims will worship Jesus
Kill all ya leaders, wid my savage lyrical thesis
Rip out my f**kin' heart and eat it before I'm defeated
The one who's seated, on the throne within in a forcefield
You'll get tossed and feel lost like Holden Caulfield
Raw deal, rappers decipher that schism
Followed Solomon and brought him in at ya baptism

[Hook]

. . .


*movie sample*
"Inifinite...no you don't f**k around with the inifinite
There's no way you do that...
A painted hill has two sides, the kind you can touch with your hand
The kind you can feel in your heart
Your soul, the spiritual side;
And you know, the worst of the two...is the spiritual"

[Jus Allah]
I'm leaf-twistin, but still kill your whole belief system
I speak wisdom, translated to street diction
A past victim of the government for grapple
Now I slash you, I'm the slave wit snapped shackles
After cash rules, a-alikes move wit me
We murdered the fakes involved in the three-sixty
Eighty-five face the truth, you're too dumb
You burn and failed attempts reachin the sun
I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed
Manipulate the earth that you formerly believed
Even after you're buried underneath the soil
Send a message to hell, nobody grieve for you
Your physical mass is converted into ash
Allah's wrath is engraphed on your epitab
Spend eternity wit the underground forces
Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless

[Chorus] 2x
"You don't even wanna test"
"Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless"

[Ikon]
The raw mangler, seven angles of Angular
Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter
Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin you
The author will scorch ya wit the torches of Joseph Mangler
Sended you to the squared circle to meet me
To beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of Meche
Blood'll apease me, raps are prehistorical
Cerebral of cathedral that leads you into the oracle
I'm horrible, I burn wit no time to react
Rewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back
In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire
Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire
Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible
Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal
Final hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as Iris
Study rappers, bringin wackness like Abolo scholars
First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless
Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinless
Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious
You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin pints of Guiness

"You don't even wanna test"
"Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless"

[J-Treds]
Aiyyo when I rhyme
Fortunatley I possess a Jedi Mind
So the force is with me (When I rhyme)
Son it makes me spit a fresh one
So when Treds is done, even a athiest will say I blessed him
And when my jam bang, better cop that
F**k all these players who can't hang, get a jockstrap
'cause we drop bombs, better be scared
'cause it's either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns
We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war
And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours
So face us, 'cause you can't change the laws of nature
We independent, it's competition callin us major
We major threats who deliver, so place your bets
We'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies, and Avirex
We just spit shit too amazing, just shit
That when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situation
Ain't no second chance (anyway), not next to the champs
Because it's our freestyle that's gettin grants from the NEA
We well in doubt versus these rappers we tell about
('cause us and them) Difference between takin a L and a bow

Chorus 2x

. . .


[Ikon the Hologram]
A to the eye of the storm
Rappers just battle me for the glory
It gets gory
They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
Bury his body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
My territory, perimeter of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
Circulatory
Causing head spasms
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
Death is upon us
We slam like Adrian Adonis
Swarm of the pure blood like malicious pirahnas
Islamic Bombers, no contender is parallel
When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax

*Break*

[Jus Allah]
I inhale toxins
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
Side cobra clutch, Only truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the barriers
Jus Allah don't make threats
Leave your fuckin' necks clipped
Had you speakin' the manual alphabet
Seein' me is def not repeated or done twice
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
Infect you
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
Indent your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the abode of the dead
Or resting in the Zions
Allah stay chasin' dough like wild lions
Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread

. . .


Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine
Ikon the fucking Hologram
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Ikon the Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan
Holy lamb
Who spit the live shit
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit
The hot shit
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would overstand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lawnmower man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
A Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what

[Chorus repeat 4x]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what

[Just Allah]
MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible
Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
Seen inside the visions of beyond
The dwellings of the Om
Existing in Islamic pantheon
Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
Power blast wacking my path devour fast
I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass
Devise your spell
Make demons rise out of hell
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your jaw on a Gauze wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into a coffin
Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army
We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry
What, yeah, yeah

[Chorus repeat 4x]

[Ikon] Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin'
[Jus Allah] Your feel poetic, law of the titans
[Ikon] We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning
[Jus Allah]The three wise men
[Ikon] We at levels that defies men
[Jus Allah] Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men
[Ikon] Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms
[Jus Allah] Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns
[Ikon] The master herein
[Jus Allah] The ominous, the master spirit
[Ikon] Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics
[Jus Allah] Ikon the python
[Ikon] Rappers are left strangled
[Jus Allah] I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle
[Ikon] Above the clouds
[Jus Allah] We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways
[Ikon] Islamic marksmen
[Jus Allah] Seeing the squad then...
[Ikon] ... could be your fatal mistake
[Jus Allah] Like the first sins of Adam in the garden
[Ikon] You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo
[Jus Allah] Explore realms, you left too confused to follow
[Ikon] Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds
[Jus Allah] Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground
What! Mothafuckers!

[Chorus repeat 4x]

. . .


[Ikon the Verbal Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]
I exit out of my sarcophagus
Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes
Abolishes, to the darkness of mephistopheles
Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis
Conquered this, from a fetus to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus
Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy
Born to a storm on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles
Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu
Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions
Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence
Crucifixions, indiction by Pontius Pilate
I walk naked in the house of David with pride
Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive
Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me
Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Khomeini
I break in half, setting staff with ancient math
I wait and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath.

[Chorus]
A-A-A-Army of the Pharaohs
Army of the Pharaohs!
Army of the Pharaohs!

[Esoteric]
I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory
Mad expository expedition in your auditory
Categories don't apply
Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps
Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax
Once I run you out your native city
Shay's committee is pretty witty we show no pity
I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate
Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate
I devastate, homosapian metabolism
Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My precision makes incisions on your acrotism
Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms
I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix
That's the basics
Hologram brought The Matrix
To fake kids
Fifty dead MCs to my credit
Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric

[Chorus]

[Virtuoso]
In this the final conflict high powers and copper ides to enlist this
The fluid I spit his briskes
Without so much as whispers
And with the swiftness of what you transisted
Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed this
Directly cut by my discus
Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus ------ hand skills
I slam your damn grill
Execute in Greco-Roman holds
Roll controls the battle gear
Exploding through the atmosphere
I saddle fear, reads cereberal centipedes
And Evil Steades the feeble flee
Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the scroll
Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki
I hated your verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's warm uterus
To kill you before you were born
Like zygotes my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks
It's time to die folks
You think that I joke
I leave you die slow
Your wrists are broken tied to horses
Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions
Dissection of my anatomy
Will lead to the unveiling of blood shield
In a tiny time will reveal
That a giant computer body
Which is similar to RoboTech
Downloaded wreck
From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck

[Chorus]

. . .


[Ikon the Verbal Hologram/Vinnie Paz]
The lawnmower man smashes, through ya skull with battle axes
We whip asses, with the jaunty daggers
And smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist
Stigmata and four gashes
We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right
Take they sternum and then turn em into my acolytes
That's the sight of blood, that make a child stop
That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly father
It's fatal, like a natal military armada
We hotter, warriors from Atlantis
Couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is
The mantis, who used the flame rod
You couldn't physically bruise the name God

[Hook x2- Ikon]
We smash mics, and blast too precise
And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

[Jus Allah]
We born builders, as life takes it's toll
Legends of the seven, embrace my soul
Transported off the planet, by a supreme force
And told to return on the day of Pentecost
I bisect the ways between Heaven and Earth
And scramble messages from God into your church
Deception, blinds your perception
My reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum
The brethren, I cease the peace corps
We follow street laws, engaged in Beast Wars
The visionary bombs, with military arms
Aimed at that motherf**ker with pitchfork and horns
I sent alchemy throughout the galaxy
To cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary
You're trapped in, the core of corruption
Left a fossil, in my path of destruction

*voice sample*

[Hook x2- Ikon]
We smash mics, and blast too precise
And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

[Ikon]
I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil
[Jus Allah]
The man that handed down the powers to give to my people
[Ikon]
Live under laws of bald eagle
[Jus Allah]
There's no tomorrow
[Ikon]
Get trapped with the trenchcoat killers in Colorado
[Jus Allah]
Blazin spark, feeling certain my days are marked
Live a life that conflicts with the ways I'm taught
[Ikon]
Fuck it, we bring it hardcore, raw and ragged
Ya team must be hidin they balls, like a faggot
[Jus Allah]
I came with the light and gave sight to the sages
Black ink contained to write truth on white pages
[Ikon]
You're sliced faceless
[Jus Allah]
Subjected to a massacre
[Ikon]
Jedi Mind, bombin your MOVE like John Africa
[Jus Allah]
We laugh at ya
[Ikon]
The devil is the bomber
[Jus Allah]
We unaffected as we protected by God's armor

[Hook x2- Ikon]
We smash mics, and blast too precise
And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

. . .


[Jus Allah]
The metal inside the barrel passes, through the frames in ya glasses
Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness, leave you hatless, fucking capless
Watchin niggas dig the spot where the Earth's crack is
Hard to graph like science and math is
The cavemen who dont practice and live backwards
We oxing with streets is watchin, release shotguns
Niggas got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith, you can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule, I love pussy
But never the bitch that it's attached to

[Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz]
Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock(rican) rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, your too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes

[Vinnie Paz]
We itchin' to kill, thats why we spittin' the real
Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be grippin a mill'
The clip'll expel, dump 'em in a ditch or a hill
'Cuz the muthafucka aint left me shit in his will
And y'all was always soundin' like a bitch when you spill
And we the rawest motherfucking clique in the field
So real muthafuckas better recognize real
Or ill muthafuckas gonna exercise skill
Y'all better chill when the Hologram build
Little muhfuckah got hands just like steel
Whoever approach me and what i feel
'might find their legs being replaced by steel'
So y'all better yield or I'ma choke faggots
My hands held more razorblades than coke addicts
We like to quote facists, 'cause we the meanest
And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chakademus

[Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz]
Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock(rican) rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, your too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes

yo yo yo yo yo yo jedi mind baby
Iledelph stand by, baby, naw I'm sayin? Ikon the Hologram
JusAllah, Jusallah
My man Chico, enemy of mankind......

. . .


F/ Sean Price

Yeah
Sean P, Ya Mean
Jedi Mind Tricks, MFC

(Sean P aka Ruck)
Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl
Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya'll
Think its fucked up now it get worst for ya'll
Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you par
Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all
The fuck out you wanna wet duke squirt your four
Since birth I been raw hot like surface core
Kidnap your baby's mom straight earth the whore
See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more
If you ain't in it for that what the purpose for
Act like you don't give a fuck though
Good so I buck fo' shots from the roof
And my man Rock catch you up close
Never give a fuck about niggas ya'll not Nutso
Hype off of carbonated water then some fructose
Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose
Wait Ruck chill, what the deal its all love though
Look into my eyes and you can see there's something changed
Runnin gunnin things knockin niggas out like Clubber Lang
With the gun I bring its straight for beatin you down
Heatin you down leavin you six feet deep in the ground

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight
All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight
Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight
Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Jus Allah)
Im the motherfucking ungrateful
My heart is hateful, my tounge ripped
Lickin on the blade that slayed you
You faggots act as bitch as Rupaul
Ya niggas share one milkshake wit two straws
Scrap wit no doors, four walls tighten
Seein the roof fall, feelin the floors heighten
Crushed and shit your bones and blood siphon
And put it to the jug we sip before fightin
Im raw lightning my power extends
In the planet and out through the opposite ends
Black man travel through the universe and back
While cavemen still though that the earth was flat
But we kept the sacred plans, now we carry
Throughout the ancient lands
Before the separating of the sands
Of course all the power I create in my hand
He bare my G strength in replicating in man

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight
All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight
Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight
Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

(Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram)
Im tasteless, there's beauty in strange places
I find beauty in razors
I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces
I find beauty in the Qua'ron and all of its Aramaic equations
I find beauty in twelve gauges
I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is
I find beauty stainless steel
That can kill and reveal the front of your grill
Your brainless, ya'll don't wanna test Vinnie Paz patience
I crack jaws and swing swords of the ancients
Ya'll pretended to understand the matrix
Without attempting to overstand its basics
We dedicated to cats that's been thuggin
Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggin
Ya'll been duckin for quite some time now
Vinnie bout to teach you how to write some rhymes now
We aim beams in between your eye brows
Jedi Mind Sean P combine now

Chorus

Scratching x's 2
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me (Prodigy)

. . .


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