Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Age of Sacred Terror, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Legacy Of Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Age of Sacred Terror |
I make you bleed with knives |
I was born with all-seeing eyes |
I can snatch a rapper’s heart before it even dies |
The caveman still believe in lies |
You don’t want no blood or no beef like you was Vegan Reich |
You like to sleep with guys |
You a gay maggot |
Listening to fucking B2K faggot |
Go to raves faggot |
Put a hole in your heart |
Destroy everything that you know and you thought |
Destroy everything in Babylon |
You fucking fake rap, I hate rap cause you babble on |
You fucking fags are gone, I’m a hate monger |
That’s reason why you talking to the jake longer |
Put the snakes on you, let you die there |
And who gave you the fucking impression that I care? |
I can thrive here, but I choose to die |
On a fucking steady diet of booze and lye! |
I’m the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' |
Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin' |
It’s the age of the sacred terror |
A communist revolutionary Che Guevara |
Take your cheddar, take everything that you care for |
Murder everybody that’s what they was there for |
And therefore you getting wet from the heat |
Take the food from your plate, ain’t letting you eat |
Ain’t letting you do nothing that I don’t want you to |
You a crumb and that’s why I like to fuck with you |
I don’t care about anybody except me |
Until my main man Mafia is set free |
You waiting for the revolution to start |
But you ain’t on the frontlines taking two in the heart |
Elusively smart, that’s why I hide from the feds |
Jason Voorhees style, 5 severed heads |
5 corpses, 5 state troopers dead |
Lickin shots in they face till the Ruger’s red |
If you serve God for money, you serve the devil |
Claim to been in war, never heard the metal |
Yeah, never even been in combat |
Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat |
I’m on another plane |
You can stand in front of your fam |
But I’m shootin right through your mother frame |
I got knuckle game, but I don’t use that |
Fuck a fair one, where the two-twos at? |
Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at? |
Where my motherfucking Uncle Howie goons at? |
This for everybody holding hammers |
If you coming to our shows and you go bananas |
And holding banners in support of Mumia Jamal |
Run up on you fuckin pigs with the heaters n' all |
I’m decieving the law, thats what I’m here for |
The reason why I’m drinkin all the fucking beer for |