| «Infinite…no you don’t fuck around with the infinite
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| There’s no way you do that…
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| Pain in hell has two sides, the kind you can touch with your hand
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| The kind you can feel in your heart
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| Your soul, the spiritual side;
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| And you know, the worst of the two… is the spiritual»
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| I’m leaf-twisted, but still kill your whole belief system
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| I speak wisdom, translated to street diction
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| A past victim of the governmental grapple
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| Now I slash you, I’m the slave wit snapped shackles
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| After cash rules, a-alikes move wit me
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| We murdered the fakes involved in the 360
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| 85 face the truth, you’re too dumb
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| You burn at failed attempts reachin' the sun
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| I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed
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| Manipulate the Earth that you formerly believed
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| Even after you’re buried underneath the soil
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| Send a message to Hell, nobody grieve for you
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| Your physical mass is converted into ash
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| Allah’s wrath is engraphed on your epitaph
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| Spend eternity wit the underground forces
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| Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless
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| «You don’t even wanna test»
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| «Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»
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| «You don’t even wanna test»
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| «Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»
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| The rhyme mangler, seven angels of Angular
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| Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter
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| Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I’m hackin you
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| The author will scorch ya wit the torture of Josef Mengele
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| Sendin' you to the squared circle to meet me
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| To beat me won’t be easy, you’ll face theses of Nietzsche
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| Blood’ll apease me, raps are prehistorical
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| Cerebral a cathedral that leads you into the oracle
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| I’m horrible, I burn wit no time to react
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| Rewind DAT’s so fine I pull spines out the back
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| In time I crack minds that’s what the brain desire
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| Messiah pulls a pariah into the rain of fire
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| Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible
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| Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal
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| Final hours, the forbidden fruit they find desirous
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| Study rappers, bringin' wackness like Cabalah scholars
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| First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless
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| Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left 'em skinless
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| Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious
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| You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin' pints of Guinness
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| «You don’t even wanna test»
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| «Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»
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| Ayo when I rhyme
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| Fortunately some say I possess a Jedi Mind
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| So the force is with me (When I rhyme)
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| Son it makes me spit a fresh one
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| So when Treds is done, even a atheist will say I blessed him
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| And when my jam bang, better cop that
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| Fuck all these players who can’t hang, get a jockstrap
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| 'Cause we drop bombs, better be scared
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| 'Cause it’s either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns
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| We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war
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| And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours
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| So face us, 'cause you can’t change the laws of nature
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| We independent, it’s competition callin' us major
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| We major threats who deliver, so place your bets
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| We’ll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies and Avirex
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| We just spit shit too amazing, just shit
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| That when you face it you’ll see it’s a must-win situation
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| Ain’t no second chance (Anyway), not next to the champs
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| Because it’s our freestyle that’s gettin' grants from the NEA
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| We well endowed versus these rappers we tell about
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| ('Cause us and them) Difference between takin' a L and a bow
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| «You don’t even wanna test»
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| «Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»
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| «You don’t even wanna test»
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| «Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Executioners Dream , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп