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Jedi Mind Tricks – Rise Of The Machines Lyrics

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Jedi Mind Tricks
Miscellaneous
Rise Of The Machines
Mike Tyson
I was gonnna rip his heart out, Im the best ever
Im the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion
Theres ever been
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And Im just ferocious, I want your heart!
I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah!

Vinnie Paz
They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9
Im ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian
Im ready for anybody who want war
Yall aint nice with the hands you cant brawl
You cant stall, we hold the black horses
Im runnin up in ya church to smack crosses
You lack rawness, you lack passion
You couldnt make it through war without rations
You just a homosexual I stick the gay rights movement
To meet you and then Im testin you
Rhymin bout flowers n shit
And poets on the mic for twenty hours n shit
Im housin ya shit Shuttin ya fkin mic off
Snatch ya fkin poetry book and then kick the dyke off
Set the fight off, show em what real rap is
Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
And we blast until cover
Make you see murder C-Murder like Master P brother
Yea, whats the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me

Chorus Stoupex2
Cmon, let em know its us when we come on
While real MCs and DJs are a minority
Power, down goes another rapper
Make way, cause here I come

Ras Kass
Yea, yo, yo, yea, fk it

When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby
Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd
Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks
To be Diddy
No system electricity, spine the mind with it
Tryna go 5050 with my Billboards check
Like 800 first week, 800, 000 the next
They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex
Na, Im too lazy, with hennessy and hoes
But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though
Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes
Fk bank rolls, Im yellow gold with incredible flows
My homies sellin coke, cause nothin love nobody
Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body
Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac
Paint picture perfect, inside rockin the b-bop
We not confused, raps the nigga news
Each rhyme a Minority Report, fk Tom Cruise
Adversity my muse, thats why I make mus-ic
Transmit SARS, its 20 bars as you spit

Chorus Stoupex2

Cmon, let em know its us when we come on
While real MCs and DJs are a minority
Power, down goes another rapper
…Make way, cause here I come

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