Kublai Khan (Instr.)-Jedi Mind Tricks/Tragedy Khadafi

Kublai Khan (Instr.) - Jedi Mind Tricks [Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumpin the slug and point straightly You rhyme fakely, you still scarred I'm studing deep thoughts like Bill Maher I'm real raw, we just dumbin it out And y'all ain't sayin nothin with a gun in yo mouth Thats what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, its all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn [Chorus Stoupe] [Tragedy Khadafi] Chemicle, space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin my pockets with Votox Laytex *****es be chokin on ***** like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin Oxy-Cottin, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Sh*t Magnet, it counters with Jay Digital cuffs, runnin from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin an stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New syntetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth Thats like the J.D.L. joinin the zoo relation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra God teks me, and we all stand with iced out clothes [Chorus Stoupe] [Goretex] Check it.. yo.. yo Now where it be's like, niggaz wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, sh*t then I spit Most Acurate, Flex writin back a bit Range on the side of it yo i'm tryin to get a lot of it I rock that exotic sh*t, spit the hottest sh*t Yo trial, might get the same time ya oughta get Death before dishonor sh*t, gangster persona sh*t Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm probably with When Im tryin to score the third, its who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin, heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tigher than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, ni**a So how you figure that we don't be reppin Hoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intremped, ni**a [Chorus Stoupe] [Goretex] Yo Stoupe, whattup baby, whats good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo