Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Verses Of The Bleeding, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Legacy Of Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Verses Of The Bleeding |
Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm |
That’s the word passed down from the Emonh |
It came from the Qu’ran, it can’t be wrong |
It’s only measure, the time, the God’s eons |
So I suggest you follow Allah way |
Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle’s of raw way |
That’s what the Lord say, you ain’t ready for that |
You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that |
And nobody wanna be there |
They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare |
Now it’s back to the topic at hand, I’m rockin’ya fam |
And fight against the army with a rock in my hand |
A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts |
And change ya entire theories of God by spittin’two darts |
But I just wanna people to build |
And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed? |
We comin’for blood (in the name of Allah) |
We comin’for blood (and we ain’t playin’with ya’ll) |
We comin’for blood (we destroy and rebuild) |
We comin’for blood (if you ain’t loyal, you killed) |
I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin’my shit |
My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits |
Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist |
Send the block, ya body’s grindin’you, and to the abyss |
But that’s some, sick shit, I only do when I trip |
Or when I’m, til them motherfuckers runnin’they lip |
That’s when I, start the procedure, of body beatin’you into a seizure |
Your crew is standing there staring lookin’like non believers |
I felt 'em standing and staring that’s when I pulled the heater |
My ratchet cookin’these faggots, I make 'em all see the |
Fact of the matter is, the cue don’t back down |
This ain’t no slap down, you gettin’clapped clown |
So don’t be runnin’around, talkin’all this and that |
That’s female shit, type of shit that get you trapped |
Into a dark corner, rope pullin’on ya Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner |
I’m ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out |
Comin’through the fuckin’door with the gats out |
Let the blood rain down and drippin’ya skin |
Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs |
I’m the illest fuckin’rapper alive |
Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five |
I have to survive, have to get my money and shine |
Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom |
I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something |
So everyone who thought I wouldn’t be alive or something |
Come on money, that’s some cold shit, wishin’me dead |
So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin’in red |