Текст песни Jedi Mind Tricks - Kublai Khan
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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]God hates me, never keep my banger on safetyMy mother raised me alone, you can`t break meMy hearts pumpin` the blood of Hoyce GracieMy thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightlyYou rhyme fakely, you still scarredI`m studying deep thoughts like Bill MaherI`m real raw, we just dumbin` it outAnd y`all ain`t sayin` nuthin` with a gun in yo mouthThat`s what I`m about, but Vinnie Paz go deeperY`all still under the spell of dose etherThe Grim Reaper, it`s all natureAnd every word from Allah is on paperWe all hate ya, we can`t stand youChapter 8, verse 3, book of ThandrewYou like a candle, you just burnYou never worship Allah, you can`t learn[Chorus: Stoupe]*Mixed Sound Clips*[Verse 2: Goretex]Chemical space ships, taste dust spliffs, hit from the MatrixPig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriotsMake coast stops, injectin` my pockets with BotoxLatex bitches be chokin` on cock like Blow-PopsMy flows hot, my glocks like a popular friendSniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular saysMerciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cakeCause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with JakeDigital cuffs, runnin` from the D`s and the fuzzGut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuffInto the void like blue velvet, goons and clericsNew synthetic designer jewels for moods in desertsIn heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girthThats like the J.D.L. joinin` the Zulu Nation for turfBirth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobraGoretex readin we all stand with iced out cobra`s [Chorus: Stoupe]{*Mixed sound clips*}[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]Check it.. yo.. yoNow what it be`s like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay rightFace fight, get your weak, split, shit that I spitMost Acurate, Flex writin back a bitrange on the side of it Yo I`m tryin to get a lot of itI rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shitYo trial, might get the same time giancanna getDeath before dishonor shit, gangster persona shitJedi Mind, 2-5 is who I`m polly withWhen Im tryin to score the third, it`s who I holler withYo hood, its my project, exchange objectsYo guns for my teks, yo range for my lexFrom Q.B. to Philly, we control setsI stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in TurbansTigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, niggaSo how you figure that we don`t be reppin`Whole drugs and weapons in a dodge intrepid[Chorus: Stoupe]{*New sound clips*}[Outro: Tragedy Khadafi]Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats goodJedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo{*Sound clip from Chorus continues*}