| It’s Vinnie paz daddy! |
| Jedi mind tricks!
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| My man Stoupe holdin it down
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| it’s the real raw shit
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| the hardcore shit, kna-am sayin?
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| Yea
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| Friday the thirteen-style slashing ya face
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| bashing ya face, tell ya army, get back to their base
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| c’mon cousin, that’s how we get down
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| we the only reason that you eat and breath in this town
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| we beatin them down
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| raise a blade, buck 50
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| I rap like no one out there can fuck with me stuck with me, we ain’t leaving the game
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| and keep it dirty cause we never had a reason to change
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| we keep it the same, start a war with the glock nine
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| and thug like a mob, and rock mine
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| So let me speak the truth again
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| the ancient babylonian’s with nubian
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| you need to watch what you read in your class
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| cause the devil try to have you or repeatin the pass
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| I’m ready to go to war for Mumia
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| Fuck George Bush and his war, we gawn see him
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| Yea, walk with me now
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| Yea, walk with me now
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| Yea… Yea, walk with me now
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| Yea, walk with me now…
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| I came down, the shame clown, kickin my same sound
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| I’ma reign now, giant fist-splitted james brown
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| I’m the poet, who rhymes was quoted
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| lines are loaded
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| shine decoded the vote and flow and showing signs I wrote it At a auction, B, style cost some g’s
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| Challangers eyes makes tears like they’re forced of these
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| Percee P, that’s me I get nasty
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| rock it flashy, pass me the mic at your ass, G but I make wrecks, tape decks at my apex
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| packing latex, and safe sex with chicks and stricken paychecks
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| killing ya, fillin ya with rhymes similar
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| to bullets in the cylinder of a dillinger spillin ya brainfat
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| I’ll blast ya later, you be then essays
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| And be there next day like JFK’s assasinator
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| Nobody, ever win to represent us, never did
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| why you had to take us, I take every cent and your hottie
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| Yea, walk with me now
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| Yea, walk with me now
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| I’m like a dessert eagle when the hammer is cocked back
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| Anybody holdin any money should drop that
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| we shot back, spit a gospel of force
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| And burn y’ll, with my philosophical torch
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| we’re just tryna bring the raw shit
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| smoke a L, drink a forty on the block, raw shit
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| the hardcore shit, for ya’ll the dumbed out
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| standin the back of the club and pull the gun out
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| Everybody run out, the sun out, it’s over
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| I’ll take it back to the past like Sankofa
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| Yea, it’s vinnie paz baby. |
| Stoupe — The enemy of mankind
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| it’s like a brotherhood, it’s all blood
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| it’s all love baby, it’s all love
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| walk with me now
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| walk with me now, what’s the deal baby?
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| walk with me now
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| it’s jedi mind, steadily shine
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| live from the 215, keepin it live… aight? |
| Yea, yea |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk With Me, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Visions Of Gandhi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп