Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muerte, 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
Muerte |
A to the eye of the storm |
Rappers just battle me for the glory |
It gets gory |
They shitty like suppositories, that’s the end of the story |
Bury his body in Missouri |
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories |
My territory, perimeter of pergatory |
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click |
Circulatory |
Causing head spasms |
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm |
Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches |
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness |
Death is upon us We slam like Adrian Adonis |
Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas |
Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel |
When I’m on paper, devestate 'em like 7L |
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league |
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue |
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps |
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax |
I inhale toxins |
Drunk off blood from dead cops and |
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us Only 10 percent that's controlling us Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling |
us Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas |
Dodgin’the pits and chariots out to bury us Jus Allah don’t make threats |
Leave your fuckin’necks clipped |
Had you speakin’the manual alphabet |
Seeing’me is death not repeated or done twice |
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ |
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan |
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland |
Infect you |
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs |
Indent your forehead with hot lead |
Whether in the abode of the dead |
Or resting in the Zions |
A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions |
Unchained tearin’your flesh we unfed |
Flyin’through, like birds we takin’your daily bread |