| Yeah, let’s do it right this time
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| Jedi Mind tricks, Sean P
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| Straight up! |
| Let’s go!
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| Yeah! |
| (haha)
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| Yes, just confess, the best is I
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| Leave you, stretched from the sket, in Bedford-Stuy
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| Would’ve let you jet but I bet if I
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| Did that like a rat — you testify?
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| Niggas like what’s the matter with Sean?
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| I’m like «Nothing, just thinkin' of a verse that can shatter the song»
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| Foreign bitches know the stamina strong
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| 20 G’s for the pictures, stay in the country, so I married the mob
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| Sean’s thirty-two, but the gauge is 12
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| In the fifth for these funny niggas; |
| Dave Chappelle
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| When Run-DMC was fuckin' Raising Hell
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| I was on the run from d’s, these raised in hell
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| Kinda broke, couldn’t raise the bell
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| Called my man, he broke two fuckin' arms, sold the gauge for bail
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| Beat the case, got my big gauge back as well
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| With rap, you can sing such amazing tales, nigga
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| Ya’ll niggas bust my web
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| Heat pop, niggas cut ya dreads, cuz ya’ll scared
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| Rockin' and rollin', guns and roses
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| Pockets is swollen, son is holding
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| Sean P, I’m the master of ceremony
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| That’s blastin' at every phony ass rapper that ever know me
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| Niggas act like they ready for war
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| Get slapped with the tool, wake up bitch, get ready for school, one
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| We in this game for the money and the long life
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| Whether we battle with the gats or it’s all mics
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| We can rumble with the bats or the long pipes
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| Vinnie Paz, it’s a wrap, with Sean Price
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| I’m more powerful than Gargamel, guard ya grill
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| And you’ll be starved and killed
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| It’s hard to build, when God reveal
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| That you eat lard for meals
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| So as the saga builds, we need raw shit
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| We need EPMD to drop more shit
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| The hardcore shit, bang out, bust a gat
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| The '84 shit, hang out, hustle crack
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| We build and we destroy until the sun drop
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| Until we hear the sounds of the last gun shot
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| But I’mma ride until the wheels fall off
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| Til the high in these last few pills wear off
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| You failed with frost, pussy rap, filled and crossed
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| Sellin' bags of that raw shit filled with salt
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| I kill ya thoughts, with a nine MA eagle
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| Make me sick to my stomach, like ya’ll gay people
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| I’mma slay evil, that’s what Allah likes
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| Vinnie Paz, Jedi Mind Tricks, Sean Price |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beyond The Gales Of Pain , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album Legacy Of Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп