Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Design in Malice, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song Violence Begets Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Design in Malice |
If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed |
With a knife big as a claw of an Alaskan crab |
Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks |
All y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek |
Think we a joke? |
I'll put three in your throat |
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat |
Then I come open up the spot with Coconut Ciroc |
So the hoes'll suck some cock |
Then I'll forget to call her, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder |
1-5 catch us off X's and dust |
Whole clique of registered sex offenders |
Pop shit, we'll hold your funeral XVIs |
Niggas' money come in Roman numerals |
Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers |
Cause y'all niggas' money took a muscle relaxer |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
Our music's strong enough to stop a bomb |
I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom |
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam? |
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb? |
You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song |
You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong |
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong |
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango |
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam |
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm |
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum' |
Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father gone |
I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah |
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon's on |
Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in 'Nam |
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme |
It's work, not how I pass the time |
You don't have to search and question |
I have the purse and the murder weapon |
Never get a second chance to make a first impression |
I'm no virgin to murder and I'm an urban legend |
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven |
I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators |
I don't like traitors or story corroborators |
In any problem I'm the common denominator |
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators |
I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid |
I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked |
Don't even ask, there's somebody in the body bags |
The blood matches what's on the hatchets and hockey mask |
I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise |
I don't have to economize the homicides |
You tell Jesus to take the wheel, my faith is nil |
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill |