Jedi Mind Tricks Muerte Lyrics

Violent by Design Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Retaliation
  • 3 Contra
  • 4 Speech Cobras
  • 5 Breath of God (interlude)
  • 6 Death March
  • 7 Words From Mr. Len, Part One
  • 8 I Against I
  • 9 Exertions (remix)
  • 10 The Prophecy (interlude)
  • 11 Heavenly Divine
  • 12 Sacrifice
  • 13 Permanent Midnight (interlude)
  • 14 The Deer Hunter
  • 15 Blood Reign
  • 16 Words From Mr. Len, Part Two
  • 17 Genghis Khan
  • 18 Trinity
  • 19 The Executioners Dream
  • 20 Muerte
  • 21 Heavenly Divine (remix)
  • 22 War Ensemble
  • [Ikon the Hologram]
    A to the eye of the storm
    Rappers just battle me for the glory
    It gets gory
    They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
    Bury his body in Missouri
    Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
    My territory, perimeter of pergatory
    Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
    Circulatory
    Causing head spasms
    Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
    Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches
    Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
    Death is upon us
    We slam like Adrian Adonis
    Swarm of the pure blood like malicious pirahnas
    Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel
    When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L
    So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
    Left you in a vessel which of the battles fatigue
    Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
    Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax

    *break*

    [Jus Allah]
    I inhale toxins
    Drunk off blood from dead cops and
    The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
    ???? ????, only truth can sober us
    Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
    Only 10 percent that's controlling us
    Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us
    Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
    Dodgin' the pits and chariots out the barriers
    Jus Allah don't make threats
    Leave your fuckin' necks clipped
    Had you speakin' the manual alphabet
    Seein' me is def not repeated or done twice
    I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
    Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
    Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
    Infect you
    Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
    Indent your forehead with hot lead
    Whether in the abode of the dead
    Or resting in the Zions
    Allah stay chasin' dough like wild lions.
    Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed
    Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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