| Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby
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| Army of the Pharoahs
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| All that good shit
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| Yo, yo The law of lower man smashes
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| Through your skull with battle axes
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| We with masses, with the ???
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| That slashes
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| Crushing opposition like we was fascists
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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 them 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 to pray 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 understand how raw the Hologram is The mantis who use the flame rod
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| 'Cause y’all couldn’t physically bruise the name God
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| Yo the technique, detrimental to your immune
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| Leave you in the dust, let y’all niggas choke on fumes
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| It’s the tight mights, aerodynamic, gigantic
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| Straddle while cats is dominant, royal highness
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| North Philly’s own home-grown cham-pion
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| Purposely remainin’unknown until June
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| Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home
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| I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone
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| Buildin’a home for lost MC’s gone wrong
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| Feel the pressure when my team come on strong, it’s QD
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| Don’t ever try to…
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| But can’t the skill execute this right
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| Listen up y’all suckas to what I say
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| Breakin out an unstoppable…
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| Megatraum is fuckin’monstrous
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| Hoppin’out of Lake Lock Ness
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| Every motherfucker arraigned is left top-less
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| Quell my metropolis, like shit’s cop-less
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| Y’all cock-less, we stuff y’all in boxes
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| For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick
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| Thug’ll crisp 'em, when we gotta put a slug in your bitch
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| Spotting your dame, Pharoahs we shottie your brain
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| 'Till a nigga ??? |
| chains, the lateral game
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| Like Calgary Flames, puttin’fire on ice
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| Put me in hell, p-puttin'four nails to Christ
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| I’m like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge and Governor Ridge
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| Waitin’to knock heads off, I’m a mean son-of-a-bitch
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| With an itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade
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| In front of your face so close to leave your whiskers shaved
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| To disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad
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| And shove 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads
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| The only way your rhymes would be the shit
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| You need to read a script on playin’gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick
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| Servin’sucka MC’s a fifth of the drunken stylin'
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| Rippin’M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland
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| Hey yo I got a fetish, to see flesh rip
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| With my checks bitch, breakin’the bone where your chest is I dare a nigga to try and battle
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| I’ll put the sweat in your palms when you swallow ???
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| Eat MC’s like Chewbaca was eating cattle
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| Defeat disease rip Allah, frequently battle
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| Make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal
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| Haul a fifth to his face, chase the steel
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| This why I got pro deep and stay ???
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| You useless, FUCK! |
| what I say leave you toothless
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| We oft condone and psycho-drama dispensions
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| Paralyze niggas that put 'em in trauma centers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood Reign , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Violent By Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп