Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song onetwothree (1995), artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Psycho-social, Chemical, Biological, And Electro-magnetic Manipulation Of Human Consiousness, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
onetwothree (1995) |
«One two three |
Let me know, if you’re ready for me, lord» |
It’s the infinite connect |
Respect what you see as if you praise Donald Chief |
And understand my plan is to prosper till deceased |
And let my bank account increase until it over flows |
In pathfinder jeeps, organized and blunt patrol |
And never indulge in petty shit that’s irrelevant |
Thousand dollar shopping sprees just for the hell of it |
Drinkin' daquiri’s in the back of caravans |
And finally got the chance to live my lifestyle advanced |
And keep my mind clear of poisonous stunts and beams |
Be deep meditations, now I see where pagans dream |
And do time, around and get mine |
So I relax while you stress, try to follow the rest |
Never the less, I finesse, teach moves like it’s my last speech |
My thoughts on the future, cause it don’t equal the past |
Niggas steady plotin', your every move we be watching |
There’s no room for error, once you slip, your forgotten |
A never hasbeen, in a world of frame and fronters |
Who had to learn the hard way, how disease can take you under |
Mall master be coming at you, that nigga that curse a lot |
Shit, I even reverse a rock, I be theivin' ya purse with Glocks |
Rushin' against your garment, daily Hailey Comet, a bomber |
Punk, you wanna fuck wit funk, have you breathing out ya armpit |
My guns that weighs the joint, don’t even hand a malla' nina |
Have niggas tits and too-toos, and on point like ballerinas |
You can bring ya best to west, found dressed in some rugged shit |
You blind, ridin' on my dick, don’t know who you fuckin' with |
(From Crooklyn to west side Phil, we keep it real) |
So if you squeal on the reasons, for these heavens squeezin', the steel |
Slow subliminal criminals strangle triggers that’s identical |
Mangle bitches that’s fly, die with my dick inside ya genitals |
(Sendin' you through shit you never thought of |
The don who bust the sawed off |
So recogize, I squeeze and then ya life lost) |
My raw essence is forever present |
But my team be chasing dreams of cream and digits in the sevens |
The heavens, see my body is holding effervescence |
My verbal tecture will bless you with scientific lessons |
On another plane, it’s hard to maintain |
Cuz my membrane, causes strain within my inner frame |
The pain, from my people that be involuntary |
You in this game for this love, dunn, or monetary |
Forever keepin' the spirit, so like Elijah |
My verbal fire, will resurrect you like the great Messiah |
Desire, is like the law of the siren song |
Arm Leg Leg Arm, my word is bond, so I move on |
And stay strong like Egyptian Kings |
Rockin' diamond rings and things that it brings |
I spread the science, to all the planets, I’m hard as granite |
You need the knowledge of God, dunn, to understand it |