Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Crows Descend Upon You, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Violence Begets Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
When Crows Descend Upon You |
I’m just evil biologically, listen to y’all that make a mockery |
Anton LaVey is like a god to me |
I am not possibly associated with your democracy |
Gary is like a shah to me, go to war logically |
I conduct self Nostradamusly, I am Ibrahim’s last prophecy |
Earth is my property, I am possessed like I’m an apostrophe |
Vinny Appice is like a star to me |
Paz swears silently, cut your fucking head like a lobotomy |
Rape the fucking beat like sodomy |
Nietzsche and philosophy, I am a vampire, I’m proud to be |
I cannot be seen in your photography |
Vinnie an anomaly, I am not a part of God’s colony |
Three inches of blood on my carpeting making things hard for me |
My own family won’t talk to me, I have to pray to Allah constantly honestly |
I’m having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream |
He don’t deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape around the booth, I’m having nervous dreams |
I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang |
So what’s the issue man? |
I can make a tissue hang |
I’m having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream |
Underground like dirt and the oil |
Earth and the soil, I burn like boil |
Destroy rappers, King Kong massacre |
Bullets ricochet playing ping pong passengers |
Won’t make it, the real won’t fake it |
If something don’t belong to you then don’t take it |
A naked eye can look loyal but don’t trust em |
That’s why I chill with women, fuck em but don’t cuff em |
Cheat and won’t treat em, beat em and won’t eat em |
Leave em and won’t feed em |
Believe me a cold demon, I am but I won’t leave em |
Until that we both even |
Until she catch me fucking a 20 year old freaking |
On top of the fucking bed we make love and both sleeping |
Now that’s the hundredth time she caught me with hoes cheating |
I think I got a problem with being faithful |
It’s not that I ain’t grateful, it’s just something about me so hateful |
I’m having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream |
He don’t deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape around the booth, I’m having nervous dreams |
I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang |
So what’s the issue man? |
I can make a tissue hang |
I’m having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene |
Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream |
I’m strutting with the black mask, can’t pass on the cash |
Relax on the grass, can’t slack on the slash |
There’s no rest, there’s no 2 and a half hour crash |
I’m all about the cash, outwit and outlast |
In mass covered in black from gun powder blast |
Can care less if you wear a flag or a badge |
I’m trying to have mattresses of cash |
I’m trying to have the bachelor pad built up with packages and bags |
No matter how many bodies amass in the trash |
I stay on the move, bad news travels fast |
I stay with the smoking weapon and no discretion |
It’s a gross obsession, I keep it close under low detection |
Don’t provoke me and don’t ask any loaded questions |
I don’t go for one soul, I want the whole collection |
Send you on that long road to perfection |
Murder all the men I swore an oath of protection |