Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monolith , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album A History Of Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Monolith |
| What we think we understand, where we came from, what we think we’re doing… |
| The more you begin to see we’ve been lied to by every institution |
| What makes you think that the religious institution is the only one that’s |
| never been touched? |
| I am the annihilator, put apocalypse on lines of paper |
| We can go toe-to-toe and see whose rhyme is greater |
| I don’t think you ever wanna step inside the chamber |
| I don’t think you wanna see inside the eyes of Vader |
| Couldn’t comprehend the force that I bring |
| I’m like Rocky Marciano when he walk in the ring |
| I stalk in the ring, you cowards sounding soft when you sing |
| But I’m as angry as a motherfucker caught in the bing |
| It’s awful to think, but I’m a warrior and standing tall |
| And I ain’t stopping like the Arab & Israeli War |
| Ya’ll some broke motherfuckers, you can barely ball |
| I’m eating, my fam eating, cousin, we can share it all |
| Money the root of all evil, I don’t care at all |
| Now me and Jus is back together, we ain’t scared at all |
| We 'bout to do it all over like it’s '99 |
| The Puerto-Rock, the Moreno, and the Ital-i-an |
| These are the last days; |
| black plagues, mass graves |
| Half the slaves, AIDS, cascades, black parades |
| Backpack-strapped grenades, brazen acts of rage, accolades |
| May as well have rang the bell at the gates of hell |
| That’s a Dave Chappelle, you must hate yourselves |
| Chasing your tails, wasting, mate in wells |
| Read your mail, been tracing your paper trails |
| Incredible, unforgettable, undetectable, impeccable, the inevitable |
| Unprofessional, unscheduled, rebel, disheveled, unsettled, un-leveled |
| You’re the friend of a friend, I’m the beginning and end |
| Model citizen, you just model the trends, you just follow your friends |
| While my opposite twin, two drops hydrogen, one oxygen |
| When I’m rhyming your jaw drops |
| Making every one of your thoughts stop |
| I’m god while ya’ll are wrestling over pork chops |
| Devil had you thinking we was there when that ball dropped |
| I ain’t gonna front; |
| I was strapped with the doors locked |
| Now I walk around this motherfucker with 4's, ock |
| Big enough to put a fucking hole in the law, ock |
| That ain’t something that you wanna explore, ock |
| Unless you want the Army come and kick in your door, ock |
| Unless you wanna end up bloody and wet |
| Fuck China’s government and what they done to Tibet |
| We from Philly where the sun doesn’t set |
| Where the motherfuckers rob you with a gun to your neck |
| Where you shook motherfuckers wouldn’t come to the vet |
| Where your Jordans' getting vicked when you come on the set |
| Where corrupt cops plant a fucking gun in your vest |
| Where we retaliate by putting fucking one in they chest |