A Storm Of Swords Lyrics - Visions Of Gandhi - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray 

Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay 

Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day 

Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay 

Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers 

Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers 

Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang 

You the man, fame, here's my man frame, champagne 

Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib 

na beers with a slice of lemon first dig 

On an open mic, growl follows, space over night 

Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes 

(High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower 

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars 

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish 

We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge 

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Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around 

And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down 

This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make 

I hate all, hate law and hate jake 

I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake 

'cause everybody bitin' the gods, a day late 

I maintain, handle beef Islamly 

Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi 

Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army 

It take a shack and metal tank to harm me 

Come on b, why you trynna to build 

Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed 

I'm like a demon outta Amityville 

I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill 

With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop 

And put you in the figure-four leglock 

And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around 

Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down 

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(Vinnie Paz) 

Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit) 

Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip) 

The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit) 

Only reason you live ('cause we at the end of the clip) 

The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain) 

We hittin' the vain ('cause of y'all spittin' the same) 

We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain) 

We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain) 

The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids) 

And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz 

(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs) 

We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge) 

We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all) 

It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all 

You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl) 

If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw