Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And God Said to Cain, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Thief and the Fallen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
And God Said to Cain |
The myth of a man, bet your bridges wither and dance |
Oblivious now, primitive, I’m Olympia, now it’s routed in pistols |
Allow me to buy the album child imbeciles and I was a coward ten powerful |
minutes for |
The crowd, the men, rowdy about as as sour diesel, out to seek a |
Out to reaching demons around nigga and now, them now, seek the child |
Teach em how I’m preaching means and while even rhymes, leaking by the evening |
Who would’ve thought the hammer hit ya? |
The Ruger spark leave you handicapped trapped in wheelchairs |
Drop bomb come flow forming on |
And pour the rum Don Corleone |
Take this off of the vengeance, refuse to amend all you’re used to, |
remember that you’re useful |
Ah, and the Godfather speaks, R.A., Vinnie Paz, Stoupe on a beat, lets go |
You go against the family |
You get buried, it’s R.A., Afro, Stoupe and Vinnie P |
Cause most these rappers nowadays just fairies |
And y’all could never fuck with JMT |
(Fuck around and catch the left and the right fists) |
Yo, to the piano blue diablo, do a do Diallo |
Out to Kilimanjaro, animal Italiano |
by a giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow |
Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado |
Life gone, I’m beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm |
Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom |
Man Van Damme, kick a foe man tan |
Wigawoo bam bam, bigalow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe |
Sold my eighty Bananarama, the har-di-har |
Had to hammer the Alabama to where the crackers are |
Animated Hannah rather the camera in avatar |
Stamina like the men out of Panama passing the law |
Mack and Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar |
Back when assassin like come back with walkers and |
Pill to a pylaunchy, the ill Bill Cosby |
Ill hobby, kill the body of, I killed Gandhi |
Ya like Chi-Lites, dice and knife fights |
Mics, syllables, slain, slit your is a precise slice |
Sacrifice, lose suitable beautiful life, Christ |
And I could conquer the Devil and I could revise twice, common |
Common, the mythical man who come from indivisible fam |
You pitiful fam, this shit is gonna get physical fam |
You kicking the can, I’m visual like Dariel |
I’m gentle like stabbing you with a pencil inside of the instrumental |
If that ain’t what you was into, I’ll slide inside of your mental |
And provide you with a rhyme, make it silence the instrumental |
I body you with the Ginsu, but that’ll probably be drawn |
It’s not so hidden, it got a kind of me gone |
And I’mma probably be wrong and y’all will probably be on |
The anomaly is how you’ll be on a quality song |
The bodies is on my lawn, the bodies have been deformed |
The bodies have been piling up like I’ve been silently calm |
I had to sound the alarm, I had to try to get rid of em |
Riddlin with the Ritalin, little bit of adrenaline |
A little bit of medicine in the middle of Italy |
The only way to really begin again is to end again |
(You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over |
You know who I am, come out your belly and get shot drastically |
You know who I am, come back and ready to fly over |
You know who I am) |