Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Kingdom That Worshipped the Dead, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Thief and the Fallen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
The Kingdom That Worshipped the Dead |
Yo, I trust the pain, what I say is best |
What my studio suggests, my life is a mess |
Standing in the rain playing Reign Of The Tec |
A big bang in my dame, still claiming respect (Fuck) |
Known for sunsets, know they go west |
A rolling stone don’t stay in no nest (No) |
Fresh off the plane and played with no rest |
No gang, so I came in the game with no vest |
I keep it simple life officially free (Right?) |
Rolling up tobacco with medicinal weed (Hahaha) |
You hear the rapture in my laughter |
Create greatness from the visions that I capture |
I’m after the gold and after that platinum shit |
I think I’m over that, cause that ain’t gonna happen |
In LA my whole life, so I am sick of the glamor |
But I can make an order fill clicking on the camera |
Check it, who wants to disrespect? |
The undefeated, undisputed |
Crazy hardcore, no sell out |
Everyone in my circle is dominating |
Sacrifice, born twice, the messiah and Christ |
The height of the night, the darker the times, the brighter the light |
The truth is often lost in the score |
That pure life essence left on the cutting edge of the sword |
Good lord, I grab the mic like a biblical staff |
It’s mythical math, baptism, miracle bath |
Calligraphy is graphic, graffiti’s scribbled in wrath |
That’ll split you straight down the middle in half |
Or get your cantaloupe slipped in your jab |
It’s the expanded man, 'mano y mano' meaning 'hand to hand' |
Each coward standing for nothing, they don’t stand a chance |
When reality falls heavy as an avalanche |
The rock n roll hall of fame mind frame rhyme scheme |
Man of war, I don’t chase trends, I make times change |
Rakaa’s Jedi High Council, rare honorary Pharaoh |
Learn to aim a little high to hit your target with the arrow |
Check it, who wants to disrespect? |
The undefeated, undisputed |
Crazy hardcore, no sell out |
Everyone in my circle is dominating |
Check it, who wants to disrespect? |
The undefeated, heavyweight |
Crazy hardcore, no sell out |
All over the U.S. States, even London |
C’mon, dummy, your whole squad trash |
Money piled up like an interstate car crash |
I don’t waste time cause y’all ain’t worth a dog’s ass |
I could smell pussy from the time you first walked past |
Sosa told The Skull to kill Tony |
And how you gonna ask for more, but still owe me |
Some of y’all 'round the real, but still phony |
The six by eight in the box is real lonely |
I’m tired of these muhfuckers, that’s in my coat tail |
They’re only in my cypher, cause they know that I sold well |
Throw this rap muhfucker over the boat rail |
Marciano and Shala, hope that it goes well |
This traitor over here, he a snitch like Aven-o |
And his career only seen on the history channel |
I’m Cobain when he playing every riff in the flannel |
Ain’t you house trained yet? |
You still piss in the kennel, stupid |
Check it, who wants to disrespect? |
The undefeated, undisputed |
Crazy hardcore, no sell out |
Everyone in my circle is dominating |
Check it, who wants to disrespect? |
The undefeated, heavyweight |
Crazy hardcore, no sell out |
All over the U.S. States, even London |
It’s over… |