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Jedi Mind Tricks - A Storm Of Swords - текст песни, видео

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Jedi Mind Tricks - A Storm Of Swords - текст песни, видео

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Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray 
Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay 
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day 
Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay 
Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers 
Old head feed kids, have to run the numbers 
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't bang 
You the man, fame, here's my man frame, champagne 
Swig to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib 
Corona beers with a slice of lemon first dig 
On an open mic, growl follows, space over night 
Destroying your perimeter, players and prototypes 
(High powers) lift through your soul, through die shower 
Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars 
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz childish 
We grown folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge 

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz] 
Y'all can't touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around 
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down 

[Vinnie Paz] 
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we make 
I hate all, hate law and hate jake 
I hate everything that you stand for, it's fake 
Cuz everybody bitin' the gods, a day late 
I maintain, handle beef Islamly 
Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi 
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man army 
It take a shack and metal tank to harm me 
Come on b, why you trynna to build 
Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed 
I'm like a demon outta Amityville 
I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any skill 
With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop 
And put you in the figure-four leglock 
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest around 
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Planetary] (Vinnie Paz) 
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the venomous spit) 
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip) 
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit) 
Only reason you live (cuz we at the end of the clip) 
The energy split (young cats must be sick in the brain) 
We hittin' the vain (cuz of y'all spittin' the same) 
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the chips in ya chain) 
We stick to the game (ran and inflicted the pain) 
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids) 
And after that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz 
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs) 
We stuck in the crib (frozen with your gut to the fridge) 
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all) 
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all 
You ain't icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl) 
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw 

[Chorus 2X]
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