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