Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serenity in Murder, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Serenity in Murder |
«Everything is real I see» |
«A lot of rappers out here actin' with no movie roles» |
«It's not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth» |
«We been adored for keepin' it raw» |
«Everything is real I see» |
«A lot of rappers out here actin' with no movie roles» |
«It's not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth» |
«We been adored for keepin' it raw» |
Yeah, yeah, I’m a terrorist threat, burn in Hell where the devil is kept |
How can we be powerful with incredible debt? |
Dump the clip, hittin' you from your head to your neck |
I creep with the silencer, leave you dead where you slept |
I’m as vicious with the right or the left |
And I stand behind my people if it’s life or it’s death |
A knife in the chest, that’s the way that we do |
But if I was you, I’d be concerned about the avian flu |
I pray that you do, but you ain’t listen before |
You ain’t listen when I told you 'bout my visions of war |
My system is pure, trap you like a prisoner’s war |
Anyone who ever met me say my liver is poor |
Whoever met me say they dig my rapport |
Say that he the only one who ain’t a dick on the tour |
Kick in the door, with my vodka, believe that |
And hand Warchild all the blunts and the weed sack |
Fuckin' worm, yeah |
Yeah, you like Napoleon Bonaparte |
I throw a dart and blow your bones apart |
The lonely part’s when you fallin' like you Owen Hart |
My fuckin' soul is dark, I wouldn’t wish it on you |
I wouldn’t wish any of my mental conditions on you |
I just wish that y’all would leave me for dead |
Wish that I would go away and fall asleep in my bed |
I’m lethal instead, but I supposedly thrived |
Anyone or anything that got too close to me died |
Supposed to be live, fuck it, I’m supposed to be king |
'Pose to murder everything like an associate of Ming |
Listen, I ain’t takin' your word, man |
Just give me all the «Cash Money» like Birdman |
Yeah, another holy verse, never listen to what’s told in church |
My soul immersed in a statue that’s as old as earth |
I’m fuckin' Odin’s curse, the living eight man |
Calculate Infinity with Dillinger Escape Plan |
I would walk on the Arabian with grey sand |
And heal the sickness of the people where I laid hands |
I was there when they created the Christ |
When the Romans in Judea took the Pagan’s advice |
I hate what I’m like, hate that I’m afraid of the light |
Hate that everyone who love me always hate what I like |
Hate that everywhere I go, I get engaged in a fight |
Hate that everything I say is just evasive and trife |
Enraged with a knife, I don’t care who I slice |
I could walk into the woods and kill a bear with my mic |
I’m here with my mic, fear me and be careful at night |
Cause Vinnie vicious like a motherfucking werewolf at night |
I’m a beast, baby! |
Yeah |