| I was gonnna rip his heart out, I’m the best ever
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| I’m the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever
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| been
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| My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
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| And I’m just ferocious, I want your heart!
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| I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah!
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| They call me Kublai Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9
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| I’m ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian
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| I’m ready for anybody who want war
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| Y’all ain’t nice with the hands you can’t brawl
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| You can’t stall. |
| Behold the black horses
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| I’m runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
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| You lack rawness, you lack passion
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| You couldn’t make it through war without rations
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| You just a homosexual; |
| I think the gay rights movement
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| Should meet you and invest in you
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| Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit
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| And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit
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| I’m housin' ya shit; |
| Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off
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| Snatch ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off
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| Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
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| Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
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| And we blast until cover
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| Make you see murder like Master P brother
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| (Yea, what’s the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me)
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| «C'mon, let 'em know it’s us when we come on»
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| «While real MC’s and DJ’s are a minority»
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| «Clapper, down goes another rapper»
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| «Make way, cause here I come»
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| Yea, yo, yo, yea, fuck it
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| When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby
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| Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd
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| Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks to be Diddy
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| No system electricity, spine the mind witty
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| Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard’s check
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| Like 800 first week, 800,000 the next
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| They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex
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| Na, I’m too lazy, with Hennessy and hoes
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| But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though
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| Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes
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| Fuck bank rolls, I’m yellow gold with incredible flows
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| My homies hella cold, cause love don’t love nobody
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| Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body
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| 'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac
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| Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop
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| We not confused, rap’s the nigga news
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| Each rhyme a «Minority Report», fuck Tom Cruise
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| Adversity my muse, that’s why I make mus-ic
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| Transmit SARS, it’s 20 bars as you spit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise Of The Machines, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Visions Of Gandhi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп