The Age Of The Sacred Terror Lyrics - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yeah 

Yeah baby yeah 

Jedi Mind Tricks 

Legacy of Blood 

Nothing but dirt out here 

Fucking Philly baby 

Yeah 

It ain't a game baby 

It's fucking war out here 

Yeah 

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I'll make you bleed with knives 

I was born with all-seeing eyes 

I could snatch a rapper heart 

Before it even dies 

The caveman still believe in lies 

You don't want no blood or no beef 

Like you was vegan rhymes 

You like to sleep with guys 

You a gay maggot 

Listening to fucking B2K, faggot 

Go to raves faggot, put a hole in your heart 

Destroy everything you that you know and you thought 

Destroy everything in Babylon 

You fucking fake rap I hate rap because you babble on 

You fucking fags are gone 

I'm a hate monger 

That's the reason that you talking to the to the Jake longer 

Put the snakes on ya, now you die there 

And who gave you the fucking impression that I care 

I could thrive here, but I choose to die 

On a fucking steady diet of booze and lie 

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Yeah 

It's the age of the sacred terror 

A communist revolutionary Che Guevara 

Take your chedder, take everything that you care for 

Murder everybody, that's what they was there for 

And therefore you getting wet from the heat 

Take the food from your plate-ain't letting you eat 

Ain't letting you do nothing I don't want you to 

You a crumb and that's why I like to fuck with you 

I don't care about anybody except me 

Until my main man Mafia is set free 

You waiting for the revolution to start 

But you ain't on the front lines taking two in the heart 

Ellusively smart, that's why I hide from the feds 

Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads 

Five corpses, five state troopers dead 

Licking shots in they face til the room is red 

Fuckin crumbs, worms, noodles, yeah 

If you serve God for money you serve the devil 

Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal, yeah 

Never even been in combat 

Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat 

I'm on another plane 

You could stand in front of your fam 

But I'm shootin right through your mother's frame 

I got knuckle game, but I don't use that 

Fuck a fair one, where the two-twos at 

Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at 

Where my motherfucking Uncle Howie goons at 

This for everybody holdin hammers 

If you come into our shows then you go bananas 

And holding banners 

In support of Mumia Jamal 

Run up on you fucking pigs with the heaters and all 

I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for 

The reason why I'm drinkin' all the fucking beer for 

Yeah, yeah baby 

Jedi Mind Tricks 

Legacy of Blood