Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outlive the War, artist - Sean Price. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Outlive the War |
You don’t really want a close encounter |
This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks |
Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track |
The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts |
Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas |
Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass |
Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch |
«You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?"Fuck the rap shit |
I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit |
Probably make more 'cause a nigga don’t pay no taxes |
Access the gun’s off the earth axis |
Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split |
Ruck flow is like «Fuck you, God» |
I don’t wanna rhyme, I need a construction job |
Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew |
Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too |
I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth |
Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? |
Shut the fuck up, yeah |
You don’t really want a close encounter |
This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks |
I put you in the fuckin' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black |
That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at |
You read «Behold a Pale Horse»? |
Well, I authored that |
And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat |
I don’t trust nobody, cousin, I’m a cautious cat |
I see inside your eyes, it’s where demonic forces at |
Fuck around and get laced with the Luger |
If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah |
My place is the future, everybody say «The boy nice» |
Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price |
I’m not sayin' I’m the nicest around |
I’m just sayin' I’m the nicest with the knife and the pound |
I’m strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block |
You the type to take a L and fuckin' call the cops |
Cross the other side of street because you saw it’s hot |
Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, pussy |
You don’t really want a close encounter |
This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
Type you don’t wanna fight wit |
I’m comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections |
Even the mutha fuckin' devil was there when I blessed him |
Better selection of clappers then you |
Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you |
I’ve had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament |
About the war and our apocalyptic president |
About how I studied the science of raw |
How I carry Desert Eagle’s and defy it’s a law |
My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses |
They say I’m deranged, disconnected and dangerous |
My rap is sharp enough to slash your fuckin' veins and wrist |
I’ll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists |
My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust |
It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust |
Yeah, I’m tryin' to organize with people I identify |
While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah |
You don’t really want a close encounter |
This dude’s talkin' like he knows the bouncers |
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place |
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
And ain’t nobody gangsta, we just fight good |
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook |
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks |
Type you don’t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |