Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Séance Of Shamans, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song A History Of Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Séance Of Shamans |
| Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive |
| It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it |
| I cause more scare than Godzilla |
| Made the church people on your block wanna move out |
| Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive |
| It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it |
| My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages |
| Made the church people on your block wanna move out |
| Every rhyme I write is 25 to Life |
| Every rhyme you write don’t even deserve a mic |
| Crossing international borders with a bomb threat |
| You motherfuckers haven’t even left your block yet |
| You’re a bitch, you’re a ho, here’s a prom dress |
| You wanna try to box with God it’s no contest |
| So keep on thinking this shit is sweet |
| I’mma start a sandstorm and put you under the Middle East |
| You got it fucked up homie, I’ve been a beast |
| Reptilian tongue and my skin is deep |
| Rumor has it they say I’m thrown off |
| Until their limbs is everywhere, wigs is blown off |
| Is that the cast of a death mass? |
| Is that water in a red glass? |
| Why, I’d thought you’d never ask, it’s as legend has |
| There’s a method to the mad, it’s direct and fast |
| Disconnected from the guest it’s a second-class |
| I have left a trail of debt, checks in the mail |
| Heads or tails, death prevails, never fails |
| I will never get derailed, that tip is stale |
| I will never get to hell, that ship has sailed |
| I’m refined, mastermind after cash and kind |
| Hand me gunshot pantomime, axe to grind |
| Pass into the sublime have a laxing time |
| Have a glass of wine, have your last act of kind |
| Everything they say is irrelevant |
| I’m an element of rap that defines pure elegance |
| Elevating my residence, bigging them up |
| I’m in the hood rocking JMT shit in the truck |
| Not I Against I because I don’t sleep on my stomach |
| I rock Heavy Metal Kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch |
| You’re talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering |
| I lift the cannon and wait for the bazooka to swallow them |
| I’mma do this regardless of them, I’m the original |
| Dirty rotten scoundrel surrounding your pinnacle |
| Block the perimeter, I’ll hit you with the fadeaway |
| Got a bullet with your name on it for a rainy day |
| So many days, so many nights |
| So much money got fucked up, so many fights |
| So many niggas got knuckled down for no reason |
| So many cowards got guns but don’t squeeze them |
| Yeah, that’s just the way it is |
| I finally got a whiz that’s ready to bless the sun with a hundred kids |
| So I can fall back, Ralph Lauren straw hat |
| Sour Diesel already showed you I’m all that |
| I won’t stop trying to ride on you assholes |
| First week sales donated to Daschel |
| You think I’m bugging right? |
| But it’s these zeros in my bank account |
| That got me saying «Nigga, floss it right» |
| My brain’s vast as the sky is |
| My heart doesn’t know what die is |
| Pyromaniac rap, Vinnie starts fires |
| Only an ignorant thought ignored Osiris |
| And that’s why the enemy lost and caught virus |
| Where I’m from Gods, Earths, 85ers |
| Y’all ain’t got heat underneath it’s all wires |
| I’m on some Samhain shit with bonfires |
| My whole team animal thug and born liars |
| You ain’t aware of what any the 12 Tribes is |
| You’re a devil who tell the enemy where God is |