And So It Burns Lyrics - Singles - Jedi Mind Tricks

[Ikon the Verbal Hologram] 

yeah 

You frontin' style to me 

it's war when the beat drop 

just anotha mothafucka gonna see Pac 

you the type that'll run when the heat pop 

the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops 

but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at they crown 

show up the next day at they wake with a frown 

yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow 

have my man Stoupe'll blast through the window 

foul when I was young but I survived karma 

drop bombs like a b-25 on ya 

yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches 

just keep my seat warm on the benches 

I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's 

and study classical verses by *Big L* 

we came up in the game at the same time 

and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme 

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yeah, yeah, uh huh 

(break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it... soldiers don't like it? Then you're psychotic... it's on to the death til' we settle the score) 

I'm a mothafuckin' baboon 

hit you with thirty seven stab wounds 

bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb 

you scared of the rain, you fear weather 

I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror 

I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on 

y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone 

won't stop till you dead in hell 

Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?) 

was bred to fail, yeah, because the beast in all of us 

I was rockin' Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge 

I was listenin' to the *Hilltop Hustlers* 

while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers 

you was playin' little games with your fathers 

I was robbin' mothafuckas for they Starters* 

you a novice, and I'm a old vet 

and I was there when the heavens and the globe met 

Photos 

break 

yeah 

we ain't safe if the bomb exists 

so I side with the Vietnamese communists 

if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist 

and we can bust a fuckin' cap and see if God exists 

I scarred your wrists, with a poisonous rusty razor 

if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour 

and it ain't safe no more 

ain't safe in the mothafuckin' place no more 

get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw 

you the type of fagget we ain't got the patience for 

we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah 

but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your neck with a four 

I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop 

so protect your fuckin' neck like a cough drop 

I let the four shot, from different latitudes 

so keep it movin' like a bitch that got an attitude