| You about to witness a 2−5/Jedi Minds collabo
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| You know what I mean?
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| The God Jus Allah, you know?
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| Megatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash
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| I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash
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| You smash when you bash with the clashing ox
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| Saw you in half without a fucking magical box
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| Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock
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| I’m dead, they just didn’t leave the casket locked
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| Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen
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| We ill marines with hand held killing machines
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| Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
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| Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
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| Following Allah’s will, harboring the skill
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| Caught up in the real, don’t give me cause to kill
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| Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes
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| If I had to follow the moon across the globe
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| With the staff and white robe, I still hold metal
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| Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals
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| Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice
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| Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
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| We smash mics, and blast too precise
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| Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights
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| Yo, I’m savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness
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| Any motherfucker that front, is left backless
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| Y’all motherfuckers just burn into ashes
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| Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is Black Sabbath
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| Put a slug in his grill
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| Because Jedi Mind, Two-Five thugging for real
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| You ever think there might be trouble then peel
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| Because a motherfucker like me dumping to kill
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| Y’all better pass the mic cause Vin’s ill
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| Y’all learn the Facts Of Life from Kim Fields
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| I don’t know how many kids my flow harmed
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| My gun control leaves y’all with no arms
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| Y’all ever smell the stench of dead bodies?
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| Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi
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| 5'9″, tatted up, mad stocky
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| Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby
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| Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice
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| Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
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| We smash mics, and blast too precise
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| Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights
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| I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heaters
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| On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia
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| Only thug guerillas will react to this
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| The laws try to destroy black activists
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| Half of y’all is performers and actresses
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| I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses
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| Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted
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| I dare one y’all scared niggas to bite it
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| I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
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| With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on
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| Ducking from the pigs so I don’t get knocked off
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| Or popped off, and y’all thugs is soft
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| That’s why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off
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| Red Dragons, can’t even fuck with my brain pattern
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| I’m online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon
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| Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells
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| If you saw me do dirt you won’t live to tell
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| I’d done lived in a cell, did bids in hell
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| Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail
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| Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice
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| Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
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| We smash mics, and blast too precise
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| Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights |