Contra Lyrics - Singles - Jedi Mind Tricks

[Killasha] 

The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it 

It is what it is indeed Stoupie 

Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know 

[Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz] 

Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight 

You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like 

The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe 

Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light 

Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders 

Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders 

You roll benches till playin fear was fair game 

Ya'll got f**ked up like sex on an airplane 

That's why we can't change, we just ill 

We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real 

The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw 

Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw 

That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour 

That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store 

That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed 

And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!? 

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Hook 2x 

*scratches* 

"Lookin for rappers who wanna battle" 

"Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad" 

"The underground rapper who's wreckin" 

"Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like" 

[Killasha] 

Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the boss 

I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores 

I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because" 

My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause 

I play 48 minutes hard without the calls 

Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more? 

Facinating with 44s and foul whores 

Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores 

My captivating verses, that'll open all doors 

I soar like a condor ready for war, f**k the law! 

*sample* 

(distorted)..."raindrops on the ground" 

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Hook 1x 

[Jus Allah] 

Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster 

Game of Death motherf**ker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya 

Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through helmets 

Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with 

Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters 

Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders 

Pale niggas act jail lifers 

Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers 

Shoes never walk nor land, explore land 

I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran 

Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death 

I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh 

Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin 

Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan 

F**kin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks 

Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks 

*scratches till end*