Untitled - Jedi Mind Tricks, Jus Allah & Stoupe: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Jedi Mind Tricks, Jus Allah & Stoupe

Untitled

915

Hip-Hop/Rap

Untitled was released on May 25, 2004 by Babygrande Records as a part of the album Violent By Design

Song Details

AlbumViolent By Design

Release DateMay 25, 2004

LabelBabygrande Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM91

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jedi Mind Tricks

Jedi Mind Tricks

Performer

Jus Allah

Performer

Stoupe

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J. Bostick

Songwriter

V. LUVINER

Songwriter

K Baldwin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jedi Mind Tricks

Jedi Mind Tricks

Producer

Jus Allah

Producer

Lyrics

The lawnmower-man smashes, through ya skull with battle axes

We whip asses, with Ajanti daggers

And smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist

Stigmata and four gashes

We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right

Take they sternum and then turn em into my acolytes

That's the sight of blood, that make a child stop

That's the rise of thugs that keep it wild hot

I hate you, say a prayer to our heavenly Father

It's fatal, like a NATO military armada

We hotter, warriors from Atlantis

Couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is

The mantis, who used the flame rod

You couldn't physically bruise the name God

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

We're born builders, as life takes its toll

Legends of the seven, embrace my soul

Transported off the planet by a supreme force

And told to return on the day of Pentecost

I bisect the ways between Heaven and Earth

And scramble messages from God into your church

Deception blinds your perception

My reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum

The brethren, I cease the peace corps

We follow street laws, engaged in Beast Wars

The visionary bombs with military arms

Aimed at that motherfucker with pitchfork and horns

I shed alchemy throughout the galaxy

To cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary

You're trapped in the core of corruption

Left a fossil in my path of destruction

Thou long black arm

Great gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;

Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm

And beat it down before its sins grow worse

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil

The man that handed down the powers to give to my people

Live under laws of bald eagle, there's no tomorrow

Get trapped with the Trenchcoat killers in Colorado

Blazing sparks and feeling certain my days are marked

Live a life that conflicts with the ways I'm taught

Fuck it, we bring it hardcore, raw and ragged

Your team must be hidin they balls, like a faggot

I came with the light and gave sight to the sages

Black ink contained to write truth on white pages

You're sliced faceless, subjected to a massacre

Jedi Mind, bombing your moves like John Africa

We laugh at ya, the Devil is the bomber

We unaffected as we protected by God's armor

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

We smash mics and blast too precise

And laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

Written by: J. Bostick, K Baldwin, V. LUVINER

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