Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavenly Divine Remix, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Heavenly Divine Remix |
Another sacrificial lamb, that died at the hands of Hologram |
Send him into the dungeon and bludgeon his fuckin' clan |
Holy lamb, Who spit the live shit |
The do or die, Illadelph, Jedi Mind shit |
The hot shit, live raps crack your jaw |
Like who’s the avenger, and who’s at the center of war? |
I left a scar, so your crabs would overstand |
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land |
Lawnmower man, sharp blades slash your vitals |
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn bibles |
Homicidal, A Hologram burn churches |
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix |
Divine purpose, for the Remy that’s in my thermos |
Greatest evils stick you with needles that’s hypodermic |
You heard the verdict, I’m with Allah cause he chose me |
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary |
I have heard music in the silentness of duty; |
Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate |
Nevertheless, except you share |
With them in hell the sorrowful dark of hell |
Whose world is but the trembling of a flare |
And heaven but as the highway for a shell |
MC’s face terror wherever my sound’s audible |
Man from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you |
Seen inside the visions of beyond |
The dwellings of the Om, existin' in Islamic pantheon |
Flows drop degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees |
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G’s |
Power blast, wack on my path, devour fast |
I leave you with the grain of sand in life’s hourglass |
Devise a spell, make demons rise out of hell |
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell |
You feel the ill dire, messiah in hellfire |
I launch writers, put your jaw in a gauze wire |
Jedi swordsman, give rappers a foul fortune |
With science to contortion your body into a coffin |
Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army |
We beat your skull into the shape of a wet bag of laundry |
Mother (fucker) |
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death |
As unremembering how I rose or why |
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp |
Winked to the guard |
Yo, the gods are rhymin, they’re dramatizin' |
You feel the poetic blow of the titans |
We like a fuckin' bolt of lightnin' |
The three wise men, we at levels that defies men |
Watch out for fake heads, devil disguised men |
Arriving from the dawn we spawned with ill forms |
That’ll leave you layin' dead in the womb like stillborns |
The mass’ll here it, The ominous, The Master Spirit |
Can’t understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics |
Ikon the python, rappers are left strangled |
I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun’s angle |
Above the clouds, We sit high and we daze |
Write a page, on how you enslaved to worldly ways |
Islamic marksmen, Seein' the squadron |
Could be your fatal mistake |
Like the first sins of Adam in the garden |
You feel sorrow, I’m projected as God Apollo |
Explore rhymes, where you’re left too confused to follow |
Invite your town, to absorb the sniper rounds |
Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga |
Stayin' underground, What! |
There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple; |
And God will grow no talons at his heels |
Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls |