Heavenly Divine Lyrics - Violent By Design - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 

Jedi Mind 

Heavenly Divine 

Steadily shine 

Ikon the fucking Hologram 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

Another sacrificial lamb 

That died at the hands of Hologram 

Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan 

Holy lamb 

Who spit the live shit 

The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit 

The hot shit 

Live raps crack your jaw 

Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war 

I left a scar 

So your crabs would overstand 

Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land 

Lawnmower man 

Sharp blades slash your vitals 

Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles 

Homicidal 

A Hologram burn churches 

Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix 

Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos 

My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic 

You heard the verdict 

I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me 

Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary 

What, what, what 

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Jedi Mind 

Heavenly Divine 

Steadily shine in '99 

What, what 

MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible 

Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you 

Seen inside the visions of beyond 

The dwellings of the Om 

Existing in Islamic pantheon 

Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees 

I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G 

Power blast wacking my path devour fast 

I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass 

Devise your spell 

Make demons rise out of hell 

Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell 

You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire 

I launch writers 

Put your jaw on a Gauze wire 

Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune 

Science to contortion your body into a coffin 

Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army 

We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry 

What, yeah, yeah 

Photos 

Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin' 

Your feel poetic, law of the titans 

We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning 

The three wise men 

We at levels that defies men 

Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men 

Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms 

Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns 

The master herein 

The ominous, the master spirit 

Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics 

Ikon the python 

Rappers are left strangled 

I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle 

Above the clouds 

We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways 

Islamic marksmen 

Seeing the squad then... 

... could be your fatal mistake 

Like the first sins of Adam in the garden 

You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo 

Explore realms, you left too confused to follow 

Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds 

Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground 

What! Mothafuckers!