| Tonight, I speak of prophecy
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| And what I will shall be done
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| The sacrifices are not over
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| The next sacrificial lamb will be led… to slaughter
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| I’m omnipotent. |
| You claim to win battles so when the beat starts
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| I’ll punch the tree bark and pass the chainsaw to a leaf’s heart
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| Severian the Animal; |
| I’m doing dirt like earthworms
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| I’m sick and original, boy; |
| I gave birth to the first germs
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| I spit the acetate to make your lips evaporate
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| The Master Ape; |
| bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
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| Pass the eighth sack of shake; |
| twist it and blast my tape
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| Put Cambridge on the castle gate
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| Haven’t come across a substance yet I couldn’t lacerate
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| Virtuoso, the unidentified flying object
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| To make your space shuttle from NASA late
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| So while you crooks look for a hook I’m sayin' pass the bait
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| Telling 7L to scratch a plate
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| In a duel for respect I’ll slap your face
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| Ask to make my specs and I’ma tackle ya
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| You’re a neck and I’m Dracula
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| Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
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| Laugh with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
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| We rhyme sick and side bricks for dime chicks
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| I’ll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich
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| So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips
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| Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
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| Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
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| Taste my blade’s sharpness, rank you no class like Marxists
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| The heartless, rise out of darkness
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| I’m the last head you should ever try to fuck with
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| Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick
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| Rough shit, don’t even attempt sleeping
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| At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
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| Spawned from eternal semen, bred flesh predators
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| Wings of the arm on your heels like Pegasus
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| Grabbing your leg, so you live with the Heaven-less
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| Drop death’s prejudice and follow me to Exodus
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| We ravenous, exhume the tomb of Lazarus
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| You blasphemous, we bring war to pacifists
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| Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine Glock
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| Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
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| Pine box is fine for a killer to run
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| Swing from vines and ride like Atilla The Hun
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| Bring the gun, your tongue is what I’m slicing
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| We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
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| Elohim, fuck the pagans — we mock them
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| And take turns to burn religious doctrines
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| Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
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| Locked in the brain to lacerate angels
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| Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
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| Wreck nights, spit flames
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| Lead pipes, split frames
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| Kid ain’t shit changed
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| Act trife
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| I grab the mic and bag your wife
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| Sacrifice you twice
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| Motherfuck an after life
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| Decimate your paradise
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| Burn tracks like thermostats
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| My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
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| I might advise, you type of guys should revitalize
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| Your man power, I sabotage like fireflies
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| With a dope rhyme
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| Take control of your soul
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| Rap a potent flow over foes
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| Hope you don’t catch a broken nose
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| Opponents go to shows
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| Now they know their roles, they’re hoes that fold my clothes
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| I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
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| My words part the seas
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| Kill beats like heart disease
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| Man, please
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| You could never fuck with the Eso-pterodactyl
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| My rap skills will thrash you
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| Motherfucker
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| So until we meet again… accept the lord of darkness as your savior.
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| Allow to the purity of evil to guide you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death March , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп