Jedi Mind Tricks & Army of the Pharaohs
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Jedi Mind Tricks Ft. Young Zee & Pacewon "Design in Malice"
2011
Album: Violence begets Violence
Album: Violence begets Violence
Lyrics:
Look around there are christians
No they no longer christians
They no longer follow Jesus
They follow the devil one hundert percent
*woman sings*
Uhhh
Sing bitch
Young
oh
If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed
With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab
Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks
All y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek
Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat
Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some cock
Then I'll forget the call, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off Xes and dust
Whole clique of registered sex offenders
Pop shit, we'll hold your funeral XCs
Niggas money come in roman numerals
Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers
Cause y'all niggas money took a muscle-relaxer
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
My music is strong enough to stop a bomb
I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam?
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song
You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'
Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father gone
I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn
Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
You don't have to search and question
I have the purse and the murder weapon
Never get a second chance to make a first impression
I'm no virgin, a murderer and I'm an urban legend
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven
I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators
I don't like traitors or story corroborators
In any problem I'm the common denominator
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators
I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid
I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
Don't even ask, there's somebody in the body bags
The blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask
I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise
I don't have economize the homicides
You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
No they no longer christians
They no longer follow Jesus
They follow the devil one hundert percent
*woman sings*
Uhhh
Sing bitch
Young
oh
If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed
With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab
Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks
All y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek
Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat
Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some cock
Then I'll forget the call, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off Xes and dust
Whole clique of registered sex offenders
Pop shit, we'll hold your funeral XCs
Niggas money come in roman numerals
Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers
Cause y'all niggas money took a muscle-relaxer
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
My music is strong enough to stop a bomb
I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam?
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
You get your shit rocked ma like Mustafa song
You blowing smoke you motherfucker, you should cop a bong
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'
Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father gone
I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn
Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'mma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
You don't have to search and question
I have the purse and the murder weapon
Never get a second chance to make a first impression
I'm no virgin, a murderer and I'm an urban legend
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven
I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators
I don't like traitors or story corroborators
In any problem I'm the common denominator
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators
I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid
I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
Don't even ask, there's somebody in the body bags
The blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask
I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise
I don't have economize the homicides
You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
Jedi Mind Tricks "Destiny forged in Blood"
2015
Album: The Thief and the Fallen
Lyrics:
You came thru the door with the chain and the saw
And the cain' and the raw and the flame on the four
I would never think that you could change to the core
But I seen't it before and it strangled the boy
And I remember that we was workin hard for the deal
When you givin everything inside ya heart and its real
The only white boy that was sharp for the kill
But Eminem was evidently harboring skill
And the arson was real and the starvin was real
Are you kidding me literally all the darkness was real
And the sharks in the field make it hard to appeal
The apartment was filled with the dark and the pills
That was just an element that's par for the course
And we signed on the dots and we fought and we lost
And we won when we brought are fuckin guns to the courts
Now me and my two brothers is just one with the boss yeaaah
Don't ever in ya life play god with me
I'm a seven time rhyme winner you's a nominee
Hit me with a passport stone drugs ornery
Bullets spit fast God, Bone Thugs Harmony
And don't ever question who I'm targeting
It ain't no one specific, this is just a slaughtering
This is just an offering, this is just a torturing
This is just an everyday occurence of the sharpening
This is just a neutron bomb in the palm
I'm a God, I'm the wrong, I'm the calm in the storm
I'm the ever living every single garment is worn
I'm Imam, I'm Islam, I'm the thorn and the horn, baby
I was on the mic, 1,2 is this thing on?
You was just an asshole, rama lama ding dong
Bullets go forth back back forth ping pong
Vinnie hold arms like a person with a sling on, yeaaaah
Army of the Pharaohs
"God Particle"
2014
From the Album: In Death Reborn
Lyrics :
Back to the hardcore!
[Vinnie Paz:]
Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome
They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy
That'll include the Benelli semi-auto artillery
Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly
Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily
Motherfuckers talking but never gonna do shit to me
I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially
Rip they spine out and just put them out of they misery
No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously
Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be
It's impossible that you're righteous without the dignity
If it's a problem you motherfuckers can come and visit me
[Planetary:]
Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy
Burning them calories, I'm still yearning to earn a salary
The son of anarchy, I'm in court pleading insanity
Can it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me?
Tragically introducing you rappers to tragedy
Happily ever after if after means you a casualty
Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality
Bury bones and annually dig them up unhappily
Catch me flossing dead in the center of gravity
Bonafide, a mix of Maxi Priest and the Maccabees
My mentality manipulating your mastery
The master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me
[Esoteric:]
Playtime is over, daytime is over
The finest soldiers, take nines from holsters
My only weapons: canines and cobras
We diamond poachers, we take your shine, we some mind controllers
My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below us
You know Lois Lane - know my name
I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider
My flow's tighter, I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane
My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft: so insane
I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya fam
I'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes & Ladders
Candyland emcee, I'm completely AOTP 'til the death
Esoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left
[Planetary:]
You're mad 'cause the army's here
Top to bottom army gear
Gunshots is all you hear
Death come to all who's near
We're running through the village killing, building a regime
Heavy unstoppable
Crown of thorns form, we ready
When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore
[Apathy:]
The God particle, Armageddon weapons in my arsenal
I'm the real deal, fuck an Alex Jones article
Heart is arctic cold, my murders are nautical
Murk you in the murky depths where the screams aren't audible
Salutations, standing over the body salivating
Was kicked out of hell 'cause I wouldn't bow to Satan
I'm the boss, I turn your albums off
I turn your brain to apple sauce, my wingspan is like an Albatross
Out the frost, mouth spewing out exhaust out come the claws
Power force that can blow the tops of mountains off
Blow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried off
Y'all as soft as fairies buried in terrycloth
[Celph Titled:]
In '94 I dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs
But I was busy playing dodgeball with severed heads
Conducting chaos with a chrome baton
So sound the smoke alarm
'Cause overall I broke your arms
And kicked your ass with loafers on
Homeboy this HK settle wars
I'm a dragon, you're a faggot with a tape measure sword
Celph Titled is a motherfucking problem
With germs that are infectious
Attack like German Shepherds while acid dissolve 'em
I got the ratchet - I blast it
You got a ratchet, but you keep it in your jacket
Undercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazy
When your theme song should be Aerosmith, "Dude (Looks Like a Lady)"
[Planetary:]
You're mad 'cause the army's here
Top to bottom army gear
Gunshots is all you hear
Death come to all who's near
We're running through the village killing, building a regime
Heavy unstoppable
Crown of thorns form, we ready
When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore
Enjoy it 👊
Peace Amanda (D0peSick Hiphop)
2015
Album: The Thief and the Fallen
Lyrics:
You came thru the door with the chain and the saw
And the cain' and the raw and the flame on the four
I would never think that you could change to the core
But I seen't it before and it strangled the boy
And I remember that we was workin hard for the deal
When you givin everything inside ya heart and its real
The only white boy that was sharp for the kill
But Eminem was evidently harboring skill
And the arson was real and the starvin was real
Are you kidding me literally all the darkness was real
And the sharks in the field make it hard to appeal
The apartment was filled with the dark and the pills
That was just an element that's par for the course
And we signed on the dots and we fought and we lost
And we won when we brought are fuckin guns to the courts
Now me and my two brothers is just one with the boss yeaaah
Don't ever in ya life play god with me
I'm a seven time rhyme winner you's a nominee
Hit me with a passport stone drugs ornery
Bullets spit fast God, Bone Thugs Harmony
And don't ever question who I'm targeting
It ain't no one specific, this is just a slaughtering
This is just an offering, this is just a torturing
This is just an everyday occurence of the sharpening
This is just a neutron bomb in the palm
I'm a God, I'm the wrong, I'm the calm in the storm
I'm the ever living every single garment is worn
I'm Imam, I'm Islam, I'm the thorn and the horn, baby
I was on the mic, 1,2 is this thing on?
You was just an asshole, rama lama ding dong
Bullets go forth back back forth ping pong
Vinnie hold arms like a person with a sling on, yeaaaah
Army of the Pharaohs
"God Particle"
2014
From the Album: In Death Reborn
Lyrics :
Back to the hardcore!
[Vinnie Paz:]
Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome
They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy
That'll include the Benelli semi-auto artillery
Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly
Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily
Motherfuckers talking but never gonna do shit to me
I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially
Rip they spine out and just put them out of they misery
No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously
Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be
It's impossible that you're righteous without the dignity
If it's a problem you motherfuckers can come and visit me
[Planetary:]
Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy
Burning them calories, I'm still yearning to earn a salary
The son of anarchy, I'm in court pleading insanity
Can it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me?
Tragically introducing you rappers to tragedy
Happily ever after if after means you a casualty
Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality
Bury bones and annually dig them up unhappily
Catch me flossing dead in the center of gravity
Bonafide, a mix of Maxi Priest and the Maccabees
My mentality manipulating your mastery
The master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me
[Esoteric:]
Playtime is over, daytime is over
The finest soldiers, take nines from holsters
My only weapons: canines and cobras
We diamond poachers, we take your shine, we some mind controllers
My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below us
You know Lois Lane - know my name
I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider
My flow's tighter, I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane
My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft: so insane
I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya fam
I'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes & Ladders
Candyland emcee, I'm completely AOTP 'til the death
Esoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left
[Planetary:]
You're mad 'cause the army's here
Top to bottom army gear
Gunshots is all you hear
Death come to all who's near
We're running through the village killing, building a regime
Heavy unstoppable
Crown of thorns form, we ready
When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore
[Apathy:]
The God particle, Armageddon weapons in my arsenal
I'm the real deal, fuck an Alex Jones article
Heart is arctic cold, my murders are nautical
Murk you in the murky depths where the screams aren't audible
Salutations, standing over the body salivating
Was kicked out of hell 'cause I wouldn't bow to Satan
I'm the boss, I turn your albums off
I turn your brain to apple sauce, my wingspan is like an Albatross
Out the frost, mouth spewing out exhaust out come the claws
Power force that can blow the tops of mountains off
Blow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried off
Y'all as soft as fairies buried in terrycloth
[Celph Titled:]
In '94 I dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs
But I was busy playing dodgeball with severed heads
Conducting chaos with a chrome baton
So sound the smoke alarm
'Cause overall I broke your arms
And kicked your ass with loafers on
Homeboy this HK settle wars
I'm a dragon, you're a faggot with a tape measure sword
Celph Titled is a motherfucking problem
With germs that are infectious
Attack like German Shepherds while acid dissolve 'em
I got the ratchet - I blast it
You got a ratchet, but you keep it in your jacket
Undercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazy
When your theme song should be Aerosmith, "Dude (Looks Like a Lady)"
[Planetary:]
You're mad 'cause the army's here
Top to bottom army gear
Gunshots is all you hear
Death come to all who's near
We're running through the village killing, building a regime
Heavy unstoppable
Crown of thorns form, we ready
When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore
Enjoy it 👊
Peace Amanda (D0peSick Hiphop)
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