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JEDI MIND TRICKS lyrics - A History Of Violence


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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I am the annihilator put apocalypse on lines of paper We can go toe to toe and see who's rhyme is greater I don't think you ever wanna step inside the chamber I don't think you wanna see inside the eyes of Vader Couldn't comprehend the force that I bring I'm like Rocky Marciano when he walk in the ring A stork in the ring you cowards soundin' soft when you sing But I'm as angry as a motherfucker caught in the bing It's awful to bing but I'm a warrior and standin' tall And I ain't stoppin' like an arab in Isreali war Ya'll some broke motherfuckers you can barely ball I'm eatin' my fam eatin' cousin we can share it all Money the root of all evil I don't care at all Now me and Jus is back together we ain't scared at all We 'bout to do it all over like it's 99 The puerto rock, the moreno and the itali-an [Verse 2: Jus Allah] These are the last days, black plagues, mass graves Half the slaves, aids, cascades, black parades Backpack strapped grenades, brazen acts of rage, accolades May as well have rang the bell at the gates of hell That's a Dave Chappelle, you must hate yourselves Chasin' your tails, wastin', debatin' whales Read your mail, were tracin' your paper trails I'm incredible, unforgettable, undetectable impeccable, thee inevitable Unprofessional, unscheduled rebel, disheveled, unsettled, unleveled You're the friend of a friend, I'm the beginning and end Model citizen, you just model the trends, you just follow your friends While my opposite twin, two sides hydrogen one oxygen [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] When I'm rhymin' your jaw drops Making everyone of your thoughts stop I'm God while ya'll are wrestlin' over pork chops Devil had ya'll thinkin' we was there when that ball dropped I ain't gonna front I strapped with the doors locked Now I walk around this motherfucker with 4's, ock Big enough to put a fuckin hole in the law, ock That ain't somethin' that you wanna explore, ock Unless you want the army come and kick in your door, ock Unless you wanna end up bloody and wet Fuck China's government and what they done to Tibet We from Philly where the sun doesn't set Where the motherfuckers rob you with a gun to your neck Where you shook motherfuckers wouldn't come to the vet Where your Jordan's gettin' vicced when you come on the set Where corrupt cops plant a fuckin' gun in your vest Where we retaliate by puttin' fuckin' one in they chest

Ice M.F. T

ICE-T "Home Invasion"
Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T. Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! [Verse 1:] It's goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what's the color I'm raggin Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket's stuffed with the .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're talkin to me [Chorus:] Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4] [Verse 2:] Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They'd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot You can't stop the shock () The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane This shit is bigger than me Be warned It's the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love And you won't get loved You don't push And you won't get shoved No joke I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That's the thing I bring, Ice T I rap sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me [Chorus (x2)]

Lucky Man

HOODIE ALLEN "All American"
[Hook:] Take a sip of my drink fuckin' take the bottle Dated grad school chicks and I've dated models I'm a lucky man maybe I should play the lotto But they don't, they don't, they don't wanna swallow their pride I ain't tryin' to go home that's the fuckin' motto And I don't wanna fall in love with another model So baby what you got inside yo water bottle But they don't, they don't, they don't wanna ruin the surprise [Verse 1:] Yeah, so now she wanna hear my new song I give it to her right before I put my moves on I'm in that two door coupe me and Scuphion Tell 'em I don't even need a deal like group on Cause all she ever wanted was that real shit I'm 5'9 but I'm feeling like I'm real big On top of the clouds on the buildings Cut a little class cause my life is like a field trip Where we stayin' tonight? Am I playing it right? And can I knock it out of the park like late in the 9th Cause everyone in the crowd loves a comeback So name a city that I'm in and I run that It's all trickery play the hickory dickery Every chick that be into me trying to Jeremy Lin with me I pull him off the bench, I give them all a shot One minute they on a roll, the next minute they not [Hook] [Verse 2:] I been up, like two and a half days Homie we All American U to the SA My family call me Hoodie we cool with the last name I be takin' down my enemy, shoot 'em like Max Payne Playin' video games, no lana del rey I met a chick with big lips and I want her to stay But most of the pretty women in here are missing their hearts They be lookin' for world peace by they end up with Art Testing, testing, one, two, three heres the microphone I kick it with the Hoodie Mob, and now I feel like Al Capone But you the biggest drama queen, fine you won the trophy Cause the only time you like the wine is on the pony I hit the gold mine, I'm trying to hoard this If she looks like Halle Berry I'll give her that swordfish And we drinkin' till these women be hittin' the floor bitch But I'm nicer in the morning I hit the florist

Pull Out Ya Gutz

illmat!c: here comes the rula child back with the buddha style lyrically a plus in front of your eyes booyaka the drop topper soulshocker hardrocker verbal gunpopper all up in your block ah what the fuck ha! you never move in silence bringin' you the violence straight from greek islands your sound is gay fagott i don't play my style is john blaze and magic like hardaway i fade them all like jamal explode like nitro flow like a hydro muthafuckin' psyco don't touch that mic my cliques around i ride on pelham power holdin' it down i bring the ruff rugged burn mcs like a rocket raw i can't stop it moses luv it i write like the sun ain't shine so put your light on i got what you need nigga you gots to ride on chorus: here comes my bodyblow here comes the uppercuts i got the rhymes that make you pull out ya gutz j-luv: you might wanna diss me you might wanna talk but i will be the one that stalked you downand beat your ass nigga way down to the ground leave you layin' with no frown laughin' at you fuckin' clown so what you wanna do it's just me and you yeah! illmat!c: i bite your ass like a pitbull spit you faster than a pistol i kill any mc you try to run but i get you shittin' on you cuz you never understand the rhymes that i build bitch you need a shield or i beat you down like hollyfield don't mess don't test you fuckin' with the best i'm full of stress blastmaster like krs yes ready to battle hard like heavy metal in your zone so get your whack ass home i'm in your system in your brain with legendary wisdom control your body and your moves you better listen the kingpin swing like shaolin up in your town before you look around you'r six feet underground illmat!c: you know my team 3p clean up on the scene no dream microphone fiend still supreme lettin' off steam makin' cream the last crusader cut you with laser just like darth vader sweet like jada but i burn like the sunlyrical gun hit your face on the run son you wanna know why i flow over the trax it's simple i'm blessed baddest man on wax what's next i flex and you wanna know who's the realest fuck that i'm the illest you know what the deal is topbillers nuff succsess your time is up here comes my bodyblow here comes the uppercuts

Ya Better Bring A Gun

King Tee "Ruff Rhymes: Greatest Hits Collection"
[ VERSE 1: King Tee ] They live on the street and they hustle for fame Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine Because it's now a lifestyle and a full-time job And if you live in Compton, it's like at McCobb From block to block everybody's bad And if you don't know where you're at, then your life's been had Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet Some sappy lookin punk with Fila on his feet And if you try to act tough, well Mr. Tough, you're through Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew I'm here to give some advice advice (Run!) Cause if you're ever in Compton, you better bring a gun Yo, here come my homeboy Mixmaster Spade Man, what's up, man? Hey man, ain't you from Compton, man? (Ah yeah) Alright man, tell em what's up, man What you used to do [ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Spade ] I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin and able When I'm on the mic I take no slack And everytime that you see me I'm tearin a gat I got .380s and .22s You messs with me, I'm gonna bust on you I got a .357 and a M-16 They call me Master Spade, and Tee's the King Now Compton is the city where the homeboys stay Rollin in a different car everyday Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my back Cause if I don't, I just might get jacked Now Compton is a city of a lotta fun (Can't walk down the street (Can't walk down the street Can't walk down the stree without my gun) [ female voice ] Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense [ VERSE 3: King Tee ] Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong color They're all from the old school, nobody's modern The place I'm talkin 'bout is the Nickerson Gardens You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the cops Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on Watts But they took control, slingers walk real tall While real down gangbangers write their set on the wall If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like hell And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell? I'm only here for advice advice (run!) And if you're ever in Watts, you better bring a gun [ VERSE 4: King Tee ] Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin Rag top convertable with all-gold Daytons You decide to take a ride down the Crenshaw strip You stop at the Fat Burgers to feed your lip You got your sounds bumpin, playin Zapp and Vibe A skeezer comes your way, you say, Let's take a ride So you're cruisin Crenshaw with her, you're goin to bail A brown Cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head They say, (Get our your car) if you value your life (And leave your money) if you love your wife Now you're standin in the street lookin like you're on crack And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got jacked You call the police because your car they stole But when you get in touch with them, they put you on hold Your car is gone, nothin could be done So next time you cruise Crenshaw, YOU BETTER BRING A GUN! Alright, I wanna thank Mixmaster Spade for comin out to rock with me (And Greg Mack) the Mack Attack And I also wanna thank J-Ro and Sweet Tooth for comin out rockin (And DJ [Name]) And I wanna thank Scotty D, Cold-Crush Chris And DJ Pooh, the Hip-Hop Gangster (When he say beat em up he don't be bluffin) Word And oh yeah, I forgot somebody Unknown! (Yo man Who blew up that McDonald's on Central and Rosecrans, du?)

My World (Nas Salute)

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
They threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when I entered the center Motherfucker I'm cold as the winter My waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis The christian dior shades was drivin them silly It's big willy I came through with them cats from philly Lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy Either you love the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at em On fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like wyclef and proswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell You lame I know you guys well If you can name an mc that's flamer than me you high as hell You can't dance with the chancellor One glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula And if they could then you probably would They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world You arms to short to box with the center of the prophets Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit Leather pelle Lounging at the sofa telle Sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis I recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill That's that third ward appeal (bitch) Get at me Me and my chick is like JFK and jackie They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body And fuck up the autopsy But I'm nice like christ you blink twice you hit I'm chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits It's the black ceaser Jesus Hes just, the lyrical monster Boogie man outta the dumpster Black pharoah Jay bowie spittin phat arrows Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel You ain't ready for war hide your barrel Stay in your lane man chance forf3 surviving is narrow Welcome to my world Deep in the jungle bustin Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks niggas on the humble hustlin See that game That's the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh They lowlife pigs who get it how they live They daddys in them court houses givin out bids Choppin niggas on blocks and leavin wickedness Man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses Rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses Causing choas and disorder That's why the glock on hold The block on swole I built this city on rock and roll Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing Him and Dickll be in hell singing Woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin niggas can't handle The wrath of the son of man black pan de ma-yo Yeah the flows that scandal... ous I crush any mc who feel the must Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me if I was you id be Scared to death, hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess This penicillin I'm spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me You can't beat me kill me I'll be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy Told you I was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice I shine like jewerly in light I can make a true believer out of curious dike Shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair I'll be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave Theyll be sayin man He goin off the path, (uh) But that's on the low tho Beatin cats with no glow Tryin to play me like a hoe But this ain't books and poems or tic tac toe This planets moons quasars and high tech radars You niggas on the grid while jay man stay gone of the radar (AWOL)

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