| I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy’s fine wine
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| I was working with God when he defined time
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| I was there when the guns first let off
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| There when they cut King Charles head off
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| There when the CIA battled the crack
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| And the tradgedy and triumph of Geronimo Pratt
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| Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy
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| Dead’em all then I escape in green chevy
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| I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your vision
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| Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison
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| Yeah… and my intention is to waste y’all
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| And cover your body with stitches like a baseball
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| I fucking lace y’all with the word of the sword
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| And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
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| You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
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| Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues
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| Fuck ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness
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| Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers
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| Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips
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| I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa’s lips
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| You fucking goons are sick, and y’all can see that
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| And y’all are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak
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| So lets take a walk through the tivest town
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| I’m the divine science of the light and the sound
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| I’m the sublime giant with the right to the crown
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| I’m the divine tyrant and I’m striking you down
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| So I teach my kin to attack the beast
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| For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Maccabees
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| You wack MC’s catch a hook to the head
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| Cause y’all don’t know about the tibetan book of the dead
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| You don’t know about anything that’s important
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| About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan
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| About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan’s wrath
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| But I don’t fuck with you, you walking down the pagan’s path
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| I’m a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen
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| What makes me smile is another’s misfortune
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| I like to see your body in flames scortchin'
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| I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
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| I like to see inside of your main organs
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| I like to see inside of your veins pourin'
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| I find beauty in another’s pain
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| I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don’t fuckin' change
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| I find serenity in torture
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| My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author
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| Its called God Consciousness
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| Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness
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| I stay ready for the combat
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| While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at
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| I stay ready for the combat
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| While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Philosophy Of Horror, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Legacy Of Blood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп