Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Godflesh, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song A History Of Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Godflesh |
| We’re so sick with the flow, sing along like you caught |
| A disease |
| Manifest in the mirror, don’t sing lip shows, we go beyond |
| Man it’s hard to believe, guess we’re blessed it’s a miracle |
| So watch, it’s the Army Of Pharaos when you swallow your needs |
| Go from flesh to the spiritual |
| Gotta pray for a miracle like Moses when he parted the seas |
| Yes, yes, it’s a miracle |
| They call the stupid on the |
| Stoop, I’m in the studio with Stoupe |
| I’m unusually loose in a movie role with true |
| Co-starring, don’t spar with no heart, it’s my level |
| Those targets, slow harvest, bombarded by metal |
| So garbage, so ghetto, so far but so settled |
| Don’t harp but no father, slow peddle |
| Rosetta made blooms |
| We all got a history of violence on the record |
| Except for this record, Baby Grande |
| This lady take the stand and my record’s playing in the court like a reggae band |
| Still a ladies man, Mag expensive |
| I don’t get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes |
| Ecstasy dealer, I bag their exes |
| Stab em breathless without grabbing breakfast |
| I might pull ahead or |
| You’re lower than a flat when I’m reaching with a spare |
| Yo, you could never fucking test the god |
| The kickback of the Smith and Wesson hard |
| I love to think that you a devil for ingesting lard |
| That’s a part of every lesson that he sent the father |
| Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, I’m a vessel, god |
| Me and my seven Mac 11's have a special bond |
| Same bond when the Koran give me a special calm |
| I wave the motherfucking ratchet like it’s Desert Storm |
| And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms |
| I’m the one who’s reinventing the steel |
| The one who took the art of rhyming, reinvented the wheel |
| My venom will kill, my spit game like a neurotoxin |
| They call me blood 'n guts warrior, Arturo boxing |
| It’s nothing anything or anyone could do to stop em |
| Matter of fact, even attempting it’s a foolish option |
| Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I’ll pop em |
| And tell the rest of the puerto ricans bring the tools and em |
| Bury them and the Aryans that carried them |
| All stare, scared that humanitarians |
| Spare none of them, tear their young from them |
| Shun them, punt them into kingdom come’s conundrum |
| Hunt them, punish them, confront them |
| Drunken them, come undone thunking |
| Summons him from the stomach of a sunless dungeon |
| Bludgeon them, make the chump to become consumption |
| Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious |
| They’re innocuous, the despair of the populous |
| Get your fill of I’ll-gotten goddesses |
| Drill them with a modest amount of bottomless promises |
| Turn the water scarlet red, let it turn from the faucet heads |
| Get to little trails in the carpet threads |
| Have em adamantly smack on the architect |
| on the carnage, have my heart set |