Jedi Mind Tricks - Kublai Khan Lyrics
[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 Royce GracieMy thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightlyYou rhyme fakely, you still scarredI'm studing deep thoughts like Bill MaherI'm real raw, we just dumbin it outAnd y'all ain't sayin nothin with a gun in yo mouthThats what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeperY'all still under the spell of dose etherThe Grim Reaper, its all natureAnd every word from Allah is on paperWe all hate ya, we can't stand youChapter 8, verse 3, book of DanielYou like a candle, you just burnYou never worship Allah, you can't learn[Chorus Stoupe][Tragedy Khadafi]Chemicle, space ships, see dust splits, hit from the MatrixPig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriotsMake coast stops, injectin my pockets with VotoxLaytex *****es be chokin on ***** 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 JayDigital 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 syntetic designer jewels for moods in desertsIn heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girthThats like the J.D.L. joinin the zoo relation for turfBirth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobraGod teks me, and we all stand with iced out clothes[Chorus Stoupe][Goretex]Check it.. yo.. yoNow where it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay rightFace fight, get your weak, split, shit then 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 ya oughta getDeath before dishonor shit, gangster persona shitJedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm probably withWhen Im tryin to score the third, its who I holler withYo hood, its my project, exchange objectsYo guns for my teks, yo range for my lexQ.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 reppinHoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intremped, nigga[Chorus Stoupe][Goretex]Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats goodJedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo
