Текст песни Jedi Mind Tricks f Esoteric, Virtuoso - Death March
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* send corrections directly to this typist [Virtuoso]I`m omnipotentYou claim to win battlesSo when the beat startsI`ll punch the tree barkAnd pass the chainsaw to a ????? heartSevering every animal I`m doing dirt like earthwormsI`m sick and originalBoy, I gave birth to the first germsI spit the acetateTo make your lips evaporateThe Master ApeBare hands will decapitate and bash your facePass the eight, sack of shakeTwisted in plasma tapeI came for y`all through the castle gateI come across a substance yet I couldn`t lacerateVirtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ???????So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbateTelling 7L to sratch a plateIn due for respect I slap your faceAsk to make my specs, I`m a tackle yaYou`re a neck and I`m DraculaHave sex in the back of a black Lex or an AcuraMet with the, Jedi Mind TricksWe rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicksI`ll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the HeimlickSo you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Jus Allah]Jus Allah prays on the minds of the youngSilencing the devil that speaks with forked tongueTake my place ???????Ranked in no class like MarxistThe heartlessRise out of darknessI`m the last head you should ever try to fuck withBe the next memeber in the cast of my snuffed vicsRough shit, don`t even attempt sleepingAt war with the demons that live in infernal regionsSpawned from eternal semen bred flesh predatorsWings of the arms when you heels like PegasusGrabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenlessDrop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Ikon the Hologram]We ravenousExhume the tomb of LazarusYou blasphemousWe bring war to pacifistsTarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glockYour mind stops from nine of my divine shots?????? ??????? is fine for a killer to runSwing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The HunBring the gun, your tounge is what I`m slicingWe slap tracks and attack like M. BisonIlohem, fuck the pagans we mark themAnd take turns to burn religious doctrinesConcoctions of pain hits from eight anglesLocked in the brain to lacerate ankles [Esoteric]Yo, I rip mics, stick lamesWreck nights, spit flamesLead pipes, split framesKid ain`t shit changedAct trifeI grab the mic and bag your wifeSacrifice you twiceMotherfucker in after lifeDecimate your paradiseBurn tracks like thermostatsMy personal attacks snap back to murder catsI might adviseYou type of guys should revitalizeYour man power, I sabotage the fire flysWith a dope rhymeTake control of your soulGrab a fourty fo` for the po`sGet your broken noseOpponents go to showsNow they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtesI bark at these, mark emcees, park and freezeMy world hypothesisKill beasts like heart diseaseMan pleaseYou can never fuck with the Eso-teridactylMy rap skills will thrash youMotherfucker