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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jedi Mind Tricks
Jedi Mind Tricks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
V. LUVINER
V. LUVINER
Songwriter
K Baldwin
K Baldwin
Songwriter
J. Bostick
J. Bostick
Songwriter

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine Ikon the fucking Hologram Yo, yo, yo, yo Another sacrificial lamb That died at the hands of Hologram Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan Holy lamb Who spit the live shit The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit The hot shit Live raps crack your jaw Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war I left a scar So your crabs would overstand Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land Lawnmower man Sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal A Hologram burn churches Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic You heard the verdict I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary What, what, what Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine in '99 What, what MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the visions of beyond The dwellings of the Om Existing in Islamic pantheon Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise your spell Make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire I launch writers Put your jaw on a Gauze wire Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune Science to contortion your body into a coffin Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry What, yeah, yeah Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin' Your feel poetic, law of the titans We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning The three wise men We at levels that defies men Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns The master herein The ominous, the master spirit Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics Ikon the python Rappers are left strangled I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle Above the clouds We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways Islamic marksmen Seeing the squad then... ... could be your fatal mistake Like the first sins of Adam in the garden You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo Explore realms, you left too confused to follow Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground What! Mothafuckers!
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Kevin Gorman Baldwin, Travis James Bostick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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