Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And So It Burns, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
And So It Burns |
yeah |
You frontin’style to me it’s war when the beat drop |
just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac |
you the type that’ll run when the heat pop |
the type that’ll hide a gun when he see cops |
but not me, I’ll aim a thirty-eight at the crown |
show up the next day at the wake and frown |
yeah, and then I’ll laugh at the widow |
then my man stoupe blast through the window |
foul when I was young but I survived karma |
drop bombs like a b-25 on ya yeah, it’s vietnam in the trenches |
just keep my seat warm on the benches |
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L’s |
and study classical verses by *Big L* |
we came up in the game at the same time |
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme |
yeah, yeah, uh huh |
(break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it…) |
I’m a mothafuckin baboon |
hit you with thirty seven stab wounds |
bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb |
you scared of the rain, you fear weather |
I’m hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror |
I’ll be ready for war with suede timbs on |
y’all ain’t ready to brawl until Vin’s gone |
won’t stop till you dead in hell |
Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?) |
this bread we fail, yeah, because the beast in all this |
I was rockin’Diadoras while you was eatin’porridge |
I was listenin’to the *Hilltop Hustlers* |
while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers |
you was playin’little games with your fathers |
I was robbin’mothafuckas for they Starters* |
you a novice, and I’m a old vet |
and I was there when the heavens and the globe met |
break |
yeah |
you ain’t safe if the bomb exists |
so I side with the Vietnamese communists |
if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist |
and we can bust a fuckin’cap and see if God exists |
I scarred your wrist, with a poisonous rusty razor |
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour |
and it ain’t safe no more |
ain’t safe in the mothafuckin’place no more |
get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw |
you the type of fagget we ain’t got the patience for |
we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah |
but if it’s beef then we be sprayin’your neck with a four |
I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop |
so protect your fuckin’neck like a cough drop |
I let the four shot, from different latitudes |
so keep it movin’like a bitch that got an attitude |