Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars Of The Crucifix, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Legacy Of Blood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Scars Of The Crucifix |
I finally understand what all this is |
How it was all possible |
Now I see |
Good Lord, how we must look from out there |
Our addiction is evil |
My brain’s on another level than yours |
You could only comprehend half of what my memory stores |
I only walk through the heavenly doors |
And never tryna see the penitentiary walls |
I walk barefoot on the equator |
With the mental acumen of Bob Lazar |
My frame can’t be explored by y’all radar |
My name can’t be absorbed in God’s quasar |
So I ain’t tryna stay around this Hell |
Twelve thou from all the twelve tribes of Israel |
They call me Ishmael, Lord of the Seas |
I’ll take your life quick, gone in a fucking breeze |
You don’t deserve to breathe, your brain thoughtless |
While I remain in the same Spain fortress |
But pain’s gorgeous and love is torture |
And anyone who tell you different is a martyr |
It makes no difference what I do |
Whether I draw blood or not |
You cannot see God unless you are pure |
Prove there’s no evil and you can go |
It’s the violence of my will against theirs |
I’m from the pits of hell escaping from an Egyptian cell |
I dedicate this to the saints that’s doing bids in jail |
You fucking kids are frail and we the purest form |
And the biology of magic is a gorgeous psalm |
My deepest thoughts are strong and I’m unbreakable |
You wouldn’t overstand, you’re humanly incapable |
My appetite for blood is gruesomely insatiable |
And I’m a righteous thug that’s brutally defacing you |
And you don’t want no war, it ain’t a game, daddy |
I spit a bunch of slugs into your fucking frame, daddy |
You just a fucking crumb, my clique is hustling jums |
I spit a rap at you to liquify your guts and lungs |
But the Devil made me do that |
Fighting for the rights of Islam armed with two gats |
But y’all knew that, we was coming for blood |
And your body, the perfect specimen to put in the mud |
You are only a vessel for our God |
What are you afraid of? |
Eventually everyone does the same |
We’re not evil because of the evil we do |
We do evil because we are evil |
I civilize the savages while you support gay marriages |
Evil demons and the Jesus of Nazareth |
I keep my blade more sharper than the cactus’s |
I keep grenades in my parka for the pacifists |
And you can’t lie to God, cousin |
You can’t lie to the great Master Fard, cousin |
It’s a facade, cousin, they wanna lie to you |
They wanna tell you that the government’s reliable |
They wanna tell you that Islam is dangerous |
When everybody know the Christians are the blame for this |
Cause it’s the truth, deal with it |
But you complain every time I’m real with it |
I’m 'bout to kill critics and then take 'em to war |
And teach 'em how to put they love and they faith in Allah |
Or I’m breaking their jaw or I’ll take 'em to burn |
Cause that’s the only fucking way that the pagans will learn |
Essence is revealed through praxis |
Because you are not ready to receive it |
It’s not like we have any option |
There is no history, everything we are is eternally within us |
We’re not sinners because we sin, we sin because we are sinners |
Bleeding trees waiting for judgement day |
Where we can all hang ourselves from our own branches |
It’s not that easy |