Jedi Mind Sex - Amanda Darling

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!

(Verse 1) VINNY PAZ Yall mother fuckers woke a demon up The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts The whole click duckin they PO, they need to pee in cups We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch I dont even talk to mother fuckers that could lead the trust We on our D and devils only deal with greed and lust Feed an elephant with bear hands and take his lead and tusks Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us Jus Allah load the glock put em in norweigen dust I aint i sucka i was born with hercules in us Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust Ayo D? i need by? these fucks I got the power to devour trees, seas and such I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch It dont matter the caliber i proceed to rush Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch (Verse 2) D MAZ Let me tell you lil somthin bout a nigga named Maz Look in his eye you could see the evil if you high You could notice a little nigga thats eager for the sky Behind bars scarred like jesus when he died (when he died) Nigga i was in the hole for a whole 6 months gettin high off the reefer thinkin why Im with the roachs and rats hopeless and? line and line and the hole in the crack Nigga i was in the hole tryin gettin my back, niggas snitchin and Ceo tryed gettin my bag But i dont give a fuck about a snake or a fag a hater id rather see Adolph paid off, laugh This is real life fuck gettin paid off rats And sellin my soul to the devil gettin paid off rappin Mozerade, Maz, Pazienza clap boys? back man you still screamin duffle bag boys (Verse 3) Jus Allah I have lived a century Ive tapped into my 6th sensery I am a potential enemy My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity Unequivically supremacy I am undesired energy Sends friendly, sends empty Show the prince of peace no clemency Give him an extremety of insensitivity Let his kid and ministry witness his disassembly I just lost sufference, undestructive, unproductive, tussid Not much substance, thuggage Above judgement Unaware of any error of delt Where it counts im a fair amount of paramount I am body a monopoly of ungodly The? My apology, arrid, insencarity, carity, buried generic its hilarity

Jedi Mind Tricks Miscellaneous Rise Of The Machines [Mike Tyson] I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion There's ever been My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm 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 I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian I'm ready for anybody who want war Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement To meet you and then I'm testin' you Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya f**kin' mic off Snatch ya f**kin' 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, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "Make way, 'cause here I come" [Ras Kass] Yea, yo, yo, yea, f**k 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 50/50 with my Billboard's check Like 800 first week, 800, 000 the next They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex Na, I'm 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 F**k bank rolls, I'm 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", f**k Tom Cruise Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "...Make way, 'cause here I come"

[Feat. Demoz] [Verse 1:] I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with blades They blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days I'm basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to shave Too lazy to bathe and so y'all hate on the god I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the god Y'all could never build or even conversate with the god You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God (I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no confrontation with God Y'all are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God So put some faith into God The objective is to conquer fucking Satan with God [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 2:] All I got is too much hate, not enough love Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs Body under the belt, not enough blood Shotty under the shelf, not enough slugs Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a dick Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs I ain't no plug, I ain't no snitch I ain't no blood, I ain't no crip Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday You don't like me come see me nigga I ain't no bitch ? For the last man damn man You could be the man what they said So I focused on the damn plan Face straight like adjusting a handstand Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can Demoz say hello to the sand man Gun pop, good god where your man layin See that bitch right there with the damn tan Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van Take her home put her in the zone Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at Come home find my young bull kidnapped Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will Pistol Gang to the day I hang When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 3:] You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers I don't want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours I don't want police pacing up the streets later But the killing has me feeling like a teenager Sign your soul over, here's a blank piece of paper I'll fill in the details, you can read it later We should keep in contact, I may need a favour It's not breach in contract, no releasing waivers It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain It's monopoly, I'm landing on free parking It's blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden You doing everything you can just to keep from starving I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming

I exit out of my sarcophagus Fourth Horseman of the apocaplyse For my esophagus breathes evil that just demolishes Abolishes, to the darkness of Mephistopheles Mental enteral that went through an ancient acropolis Conquered this, from a fetus to genius Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned Jesus Merciless leaders, the 19th galaxy Born to a storm on the seas of Galilee Battle me and suffer whiplash from my apostles Leave you in shackles in the castle of Nosferatu Ikon is hostile and mortals cause contusions Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian communion Slash, with the actions of ultra-violence Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius Pilate I walk naked in the house of David with pride Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all can't see me Banish satanic verses like Ayatollah Komeini I break in half, Satan's staff with ancient math I wait and laugh, create a fucking blood bath I bring the gory oratory yes demorally derogatory Mad expository expedition in your auditory Categories don't apply Your mind's eye is blinded by my battle raps Like cateracts your habitat is Halifax Once I run you out your native city Shea's committee is pretty witty we show no pity I deflate then separate wack MCs who replicate Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record crate I devastate, homosapian metabolism Like human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism My precision makes incisions on your acrotism Battling is a bad decision leaving you with aphorisms I whoop ass like masochism dominatrix That's the basics Hologram brought The Matrix To fake kids Fifty dead MCs to my credit Learn from the druid better known as Esoteric In this the final conflict high powers and commandant's to enlist this The fluid I spit is viscous Without so much as whispers And with the swiftness of what you transisted Can carry info, a window's left where your wrist is Directly cut by my discus Forged upon the anvils of Hephaestus ------ hand skills I slam your damn grill Execute in Greco-Roman holds Roll in Trojan battle gear Exploding through the atmosphere I saddle fear, read cerebral centipedes As evil steeds the feeble flee Holdings severed rapper's heads toward the sky as trophies Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki I hated your verse so I went back in time And waved a dirk at your mother's warm uterus To kill you before you were born Like fried yolks my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks It's time to die folks You think that I joke I leave you die slow Your wrists are broken, tied to horses Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions Dissection of my anatomy Will lead to the unveiling of what it shield In a tiny tyno wielding A giant computer body Which is similar to RoboTech Downloaded wreck From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck