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Jedi Mind Tricks

Genres: Hip-Hop

Verses Of The Bleeding Lyrics - Jedi Mind Tricks

Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm 

That's the word passed down from the Emonh 

It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong 

It's only measure, the time, the God's eons 

So I suggest you follow Allah way 

Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle's of raw way 

That's what the Lord say, you ain't ready for that 

You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that 

And nobody wanna be there 

They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare 

Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rockin' ya fam 

And fight against the army with a rock in my hand 

A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts 

And change ya entire theories of God by spittin' two darts 

But I just wanna people to build 

And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed? 

 

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We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah) 

We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll) 

We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild) 

We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed) 

 

I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit 

My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits 

Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist 

Send the block, ya body's grindin' you, and to the abyss 

But that's some, sick shit, I only do when I trip 

Or when I'm, til them motherfuckers runnin' they lip 

That's when I, start the procedure, of body beatin' you into a seizure 

Your crew is standing there staring lookin' like non believers 

I felt 'em standing and staring that's when I pulled the heater 

My ratchet cookin' these faggots, I make 'em all see the 

Fact of the matter is, the cue don't back down 

This ain't no slap down, you gettin' clapped clown 

So don't be runnin' around, talkin' all this and that 

That's female shit, type of shit that get you trapped 

Into a dark corner, rope pullin' on ya 

Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner 

 

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I'm ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out 

Comin' through the fuckin' door with the gats out 

Let the blood rain down and drippin' ya skin 

Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs 

I'm the illest fuckin' rapper alive 

Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five 

I have to survive, have to get my money and shine 

Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom 

I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something 

So everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something 

Come on money, that's some cold shit, wishin' me dead 

So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin' in red 

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