Jedi Mind Tricks - Design in Malice Lyrics
[Verse 1]If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbedWith a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crabYoung, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeksAll y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creekThink we a joke? I'll put three in your throatDrunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boatThen I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some*****Then I'll forget to call her, after the nut I get attention deficitDisorder1-5 catch us off Xes and dustWhole clique of registered sex offendersPop shit, we'll hold your funeral XCsNiggas money come in roman numeralsYour block slow now, she ***** with them rappersCause y'all niggas money took a muscle-relaxer[Hook][x4]I'm the mastermind with a faster rhymeIt's work, not how I pass the time[Verse 2]My music's strong enough to stop a bombI'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer momWho 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 songYou blowing smoke you mother*****er, you should cop a bongThe nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strongI move brutal and use voodoo like Papa ShangoOver a billion Muslims, you could never stop IslamOver a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's armThe backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father's goneI'm about to blow the *****ing horns like it was Rosh HashanahThis is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawnCarry a mother*****er head that I shred in NamI speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone[Hook][x4][Verse 3]You don't have to search and questionI have the purse and the murder weaponNever get a second chance to make a first impressionI'm no virgin, a murderer, and I'm an urban legendRather be of real service than to serve in HeavenI don't like cops, I don't like co-operatorsI don't like traitors or story corroboratorsIn any problem I'm the common denominatorMy behaviour is the product of intoxicatorsI'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquidI'm above the limit off of the blood of the wickedDon't even ask, there's somebody in the bodybagsThe blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey maskI'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromiseI don't have to economize the homicidesYou tell Jesus to take the will my faith is nilI believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
