| the lawnmower man smashes, through ya skull with battle axes
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| we whip asses, with the jaunty daggers
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| and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist
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| stigmata and four gashes
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| we bashes, the faggots who can’t attack it right
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| take they sternum and then turn em into my acolytes
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| that’s the sight of blood, that make a child stop
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| that’s the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
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| I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly father
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| it’s fatal, like a natal military armada
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| we hotter, warriors from Atlantis
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| couldn’t overstand how raw the Hologram is the mantis, who used the flame rod
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| you couldn’t physically bruise the name God
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| we smash mics, and blast too precise
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| and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ
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| we born builders, as life takes it’s toll
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| legends of the seven, embrace my soul
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| transported off the planet, by a supreme force
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| and told to return on the day of Pentecost
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| I bisect the ways between Heaven and Earth
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| and scramble messages from God into your church
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| deception, blinds your perception
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| my reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum
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| the brethren, I cease the peace corps
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| we follow street laws, engaged in Beast Wars
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| the visionary bombs, with military arms
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| aimed at that motherfucker with pitchfork and horns
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| I sent alchemy throughout the galaxy
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| to cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary
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| you’re trapped in, the core of corruption
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| left a fossil, in my path of destruction
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| we smash mics, and blast too precise
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| and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ
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| I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil
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| the man that handed down the powers to give to my people
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| live under laws of bald eagle
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| there’s no tomorrow
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| get trapped with the trenchcoat killers in Colorado
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| blazin spark, feeling certain my days are marked
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| live a life that conflicts with the ways I’m taught
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| fuck it, we bring it hardcore, raw and ragged
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| ya team must be hidin they balls, like a faggot
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| I came with the light and gave sight to the sages
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| black ink contained to write truth on white pages
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| you’re sliced faceless
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| subjected to a massacre
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| Jedi Mind, bombin your moves like John Africa
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| we laugh at ya the devil is the bomber
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| we unaffected as we protected by God’s armor
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| we smash mics, and blast too precise
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| and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Untitled , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп