Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Consipracy Theory, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Outerspace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Consipracy Theory |
1979, all the fathers of nobel prize winners |
Were rounded up by United Nations military units alright? |
And actually forced at gunpoint |
To give semen samples in little plastic jars |
Which are now stored, below Rockefeller Center |
Underneath the ice skating rink |
Wouldn’t wanna be there for the thaw (laughter) |
Eurgh! |
I mean it’s disgusting. |
It’s on now. |
We sit up in outerspace and throw bombs down |
You all hype up in our face: nigga, calm down |
You don’t really want beef. |
Planet, Warchild |
Your whole squad fall down |
I ski down from the stratos, splatter and capture the crowd |
This hip hop shit, me and Planet mastered the style |
Every rhyme I spit is just to pay dues |
While you suffer from third degree burns, when you make moves |
Unable to quake, I shake the syndrome out the children |
Nose blows got you feeling stiff cold you freezing |
Heavily breathing, shook in the Garden of Eden |
You face Christ and pay the price, other that you bleeding |
You owe ya' life, plus ya' mind, soul and body |
I send caution through wind to stop the mind of Socrates |
Bring on Plato, philosophies twist tornadoes |
My eyes a spectrum after the rain, producing rainbows |
Purposefully aim those, 16 until ya' brain close |
I expose flows cold, ya' frames remain froze |
I was born to intensify your brain with skill |
My name is ill, P that’s for the Pain you feel |
LA, for the Lyrics that I Aim to kill |
NE, Niggers know I Entertain to fill |
Train to build, Train to steal the mics from you |
I might stun you, watch ya back in a bright tunnel |
We spaced out, in the game for the same clout |
Those who claim players, games get reigned out |
Roll the talk, you’ve been rejected like Rosa Parks |
Get torn apart, QD niggers got colder hearts |
Your soul departs, here’s where the explosion starts |
Shit is hot, city blocks getting blown apart |
We throwing darts, contaminated with fire |
While my soldiers march, we blasting at ya attire |
Sharp like barbed wire, missiles 'll scar liars |
Decapitating ya frame and leaving ya jaw wired |