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