| I grab Mics bust the raw
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| Take flight adjust the Yaw
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| Break your bicuspid with your own jaw
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| Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born
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| Technically you don’t even exist, God
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| A flick of the wrist, you’ll be gone
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| Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm
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| I’m an enigma I rip bars
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| Or burn your star with 5 points
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| Plus the mic I ripped thus far
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| I stomp on ya forehead
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| Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange
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| And eat the carnage
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| My God that sounds horrid, eating MC’s
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| Is like eating garbage they make me vomit
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| Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
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| Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face
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| Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I’m out of ya league
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| Who can match the Bident with my top speed
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| Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt
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| Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era
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| Sentences go through re-synthesis
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| I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis
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| Without Rockefeller membership
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| Don’t be an optimist and try to rock with Bis
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| You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus
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| Every rapper better fear me Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast
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| And ya’ll steady screaming for war but want peace
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| You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks
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| Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash
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| You can’t overstand the mathematics
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| How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic
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| Tibetan Black Magic, I’m a warlord
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| I’ll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard
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| I’m a born lord, I was baptised
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| To see the universal through a cats eyes
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| Here come the black skies;
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| It’s all darkness
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| I breathe life into Jesus Christ’s carcass!
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| Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?
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| I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!
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| Peel you off till you drop on the floor
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| Drag you to the manifold,
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| Make you put your mouth around the exhaust
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| Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough
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| I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off
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| I’m in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father
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| Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster
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| I’ll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers
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| And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers
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| Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars
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| Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
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| Whether enemies exchange negative energy
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| But you can’t forgive and forget with an elephant memory
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| Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who
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| But lets keep that between me and you!
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| Me and JMT,
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| Rippers that’ll rip your ass
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| I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!!
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| I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust
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| Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush
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| Nothings above us, ya’ll better back off
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| Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth
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| We busting Gats off
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| It’s a clean kill
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| It doesn’t seem real when your spleen spill
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| So listen to what im spittin at y’all
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| La illaha, il Allah il Allah
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| Come on y’all your getting hit in the chest
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| Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best
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| Ripping the rest
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| And all ya’ll seek is ashes
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| I love reading Koran in pitch blackness
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| I love reading the psalms to bitch actors
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| I love reading the palms of bitch rappers! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tibetan Black Magicians, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Visions Of Gandhi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп