| Another sacrificial lamb, that died at the hands of Hologram
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| Send him into the dungeon and bludgeon his fuckin' clan
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| Holy lamb, Who spit the live shit
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| The do or die, Illadelph, Jedi Mind shit
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| The hot shit, live raps crack your jaw
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| Like who’s the avenger, and who’s at the center of war?
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| I left a scar, so your crabs would overstand
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| Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
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| Lawnmower man, sharp blades slash your vitals
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| Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn bibles
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| Homicidal, A Hologram burn churches
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| Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
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| Divine purpose, for the Remy that’s in my thermos
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| Greatest evils stick you with needles that’s hypodermic
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| You heard the verdict, I’m with Allah cause he chose me
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| Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
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| I have heard music in the silentness of duty;
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| Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate
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| Nevertheless, except you share
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| With them in hell the sorrowful dark of hell
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| Whose world is but the trembling of a flare
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| And heaven but as the highway for a shell
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| MC’s face terror wherever my sound’s audible
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| Man from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
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| Seen inside the visions of beyond
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| The dwellings of the Om, existin' in Islamic pantheon
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| Flows drop degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees
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| I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G’s
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| Power blast, wack on my path, devour fast
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| I leave you with the grain of sand in life’s hourglass
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| Devise a spell, make demons rise out of hell
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| Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
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| You feel the ill dire, messiah in hellfire
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| I launch writers, put your jaw in a gauze wire
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| Jedi swordsman, give rappers a foul fortune
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| With science to contortion your body into a coffin
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| Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army
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| We beat your skull into the shape of a wet bag of laundry
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| Mother (fucker)
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| My soul looked down from a vague height with Death
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| As unremembering how I rose or why
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| Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
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| Winked to the guard
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| Yo, the gods are rhymin, they’re dramatizin'
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| You feel the poetic blow of the titans
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| We like a fuckin' bolt of lightnin'
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| The three wise men, we at levels that defies men
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| Watch out for fake heads, devil disguised men
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| Arriving from the dawn we spawned with ill forms
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| That’ll leave you layin' dead in the womb like stillborns
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| The mass’ll here it, The ominous, The Master Spirit
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| Can’t understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics
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| Ikon the python, rappers are left strangled
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| I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun’s angle
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| Above the clouds, We sit high and we daze
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| Write a page, on how you enslaved to worldly ways
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| Islamic marksmen, Seein' the squadron
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| Could be your fatal mistake
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| Like the first sins of Adam in the garden
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| You feel sorrow, I’m projected as God Apollo
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| Explore rhymes, where you’re left too confused to follow
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| Invite your town, to absorb the sniper rounds
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| Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga
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| Stayin' underground, What!
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| There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
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| And God will grow no talons at his heels
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| Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavenly Divine Remix , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп