Nada Cambia Lyrics
| Song | Nada Cambia |
| Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| Album | Visions Of Gandhi |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| Yeah, Jedi | |
| Mind baby, como esto | |
| Vinnie Paz, | |
| Vinnie got real, yeah yeah... | |
| I'm like Mussolini, | |
| I rule with a iron fist | |
| I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss | |
| Cut inside your wrist, drink the bloodmoney | |
| And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money | |
| You ain't a thug money, you all maggots | |
| You like to chill and hold hands with fagg*ts | |
| You like to conduct yourself like a savage | |
| You like the smell of males on your mattress | |
| Cause that's established, | |
| I f**kin hate you | |
| I hate your mother and father, because they made you | |
| I hate the universe, because it create you | |
| I hate everyone and anything that embrace you | |
| Who f**kin raised you? | |
| You a f**kin disgrace! | |
| And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face | |
| Get snuffed in the face, then | |
| I wack you | |
| With razors, nines, guns and what have you [Vinnie Paz] | |
| I'm Ayatollah | |
| Khomeini, | |
| I love to wage war | |
| I love anybody who rhymes and stay raw | |
| I love getting my rhymes in chainstores | |
| I love splitting you mind with chainsaws | |
| My thought-process is down in the f**kin' | |
| Lochness Knock a motherf**ker unconscious! | |
| Cause I don't give a f**k if you a man or a beast | |
| I handle my beef, tell | |
| Stoupe "hand me the heat" | |
| Hand me the piece and let me buck with their head | |
| We sicker than necrophiliacs f**kin' the dead | |
| Buck 'em instead, and leave 'em to rot | |
| Let their body flow down the river, and what not | |
| When shit pop, | |
| I greet beef with a smile | |
| Cause I ain't punched a fagg*t in his teeth in a while | |
| But meanwhile we just tryin' to shine | |
| Tryin' to get mine, try to get a grip for my mom [Vinnie Paz] | |
| I see you lookin' at me sideways daddy, that's your first mistake | |
| Die for cross for | |
| Christ, baby burn in to stake | |
| You learnin' too late | |
| You too conserned with the fake | |
| Too conserned with the law, that's why you turned into jake | |
| You turned into snake, but | |
| I expected that | |
| I'd like to get a f**kin' noose and put your neck in that | |
| To me it's like the sound of music when your neck will crack | |
| And now you temp to me to bring the doctor | |
| Jekyl back | |
| Now that we settled that, it's like a war now | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz bout the kick the f**kin door down | |
| Cause Jedi | |
| Mind Tricks is goin for a renown now | |
| It's like the callin of a storm now | |
| But y'all know it's about the get ugly | |
| Dirty rhymes, dirty beats, it's all muddy | |
| For 12 long years, | |
| Jedi Mind we stay cruddy | |
| As long as y'all showin' us love it's all lovely |
| zuo qu : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| Yeah, Jedi | |
| Mind baby, como esto | |
| Vinnie Paz, | |
| Vinnie got real, yeah yeah... | |
| I' m like Mussolini, | |
| I rule with a iron fist | |
| I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss | |
| Cut inside your wrist, drink the bloodmoney | |
| And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money | |
| You ain' t a thug money, you all maggots | |
| You like to chill and hold hands with fagg ts | |
| You like to conduct yourself like a savage | |
| You like the smell of males on your mattress | |
| Cause that' s established, | |
| I f kin hate you | |
| I hate your mother and father, because they made you | |
| I hate the universe, because it create you | |
| I hate everyone and anything that embrace you | |
| Who f kin raised you? | |
| You a f kin disgrace! | |
| And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face | |
| Get snuffed in the face, then | |
| I wack you | |
| With razors, nines, guns and what have you Vinnie Paz | |
| I' m Ayatollah | |
| Khomeini, | |
| I love to wage war | |
| I love anybody who rhymes and stay raw | |
| I love getting my rhymes in chainstores | |
| I love splitting you mind with chainsaws | |
| My thoughtprocess is down in the f kin' | |
| Lochness Knock a motherf ker unconscious! | |
| Cause I don' t give a f k if you a man or a beast | |
| I handle my beef, tell | |
| Stoupe " hand me the heat" | |
| Hand me the piece and let me buck with their head | |
| We sicker than necrophiliacs f kin' the dead | |
| Buck ' em instead, and leave ' em to rot | |
| Let their body flow down the river, and what not | |
| When shit pop, | |
| I greet beef with a smile | |
| Cause I ain' t punched a fagg t in his teeth in a while | |
| But meanwhile we just tryin' to shine | |
| Tryin' to get mine, try to get a grip for my mom Vinnie Paz | |
| I see you lookin' at me sideways daddy, that' s your first mistake | |
| Die for cross for | |
| Christ, baby burn in to stake | |
| You learnin' too late | |
| You too conserned with the fake | |
| Too conserned with the law, that' s why you turned into jake | |
| You turned into snake, but | |
| I expected that | |
| I' d like to get a f kin' noose and put your neck in that | |
| To me it' s like the sound of music when your neck will crack | |
| And now you temp to me to bring the doctor | |
| Jekyl back | |
| Now that we settled that, it' s like a war now | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz bout the kick the f kin door down | |
| Cause Jedi | |
| Mind Tricks is goin for a renown now | |
| It' s like the callin of a storm now | |
| But y' all know it' s about the get ugly | |
| Dirty rhymes, dirty beats, it' s all muddy | |
| For 12 long years, | |
| Jedi Mind we stay cruddy | |
| As long as y' all showin' us love it' s all lovely |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Luvineri | |
| Yeah, Jedi | |
| Mind baby, como esto | |
| Vinnie Paz, | |
| Vinnie got real, yeah yeah... | |
| I' m like Mussolini, | |
| I rule with a iron fist | |
| I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss | |
| Cut inside your wrist, drink the bloodmoney | |
| And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money | |
| You ain' t a thug money, you all maggots | |
| You like to chill and hold hands with fagg ts | |
| You like to conduct yourself like a savage | |
| You like the smell of males on your mattress | |
| Cause that' s established, | |
| I f kin hate you | |
| I hate your mother and father, because they made you | |
| I hate the universe, because it create you | |
| I hate everyone and anything that embrace you | |
| Who f kin raised you? | |
| You a f kin disgrace! | |
| And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face | |
| Get snuffed in the face, then | |
| I wack you | |
| With razors, nines, guns and what have you Vinnie Paz | |
| I' m Ayatollah | |
| Khomeini, | |
| I love to wage war | |
| I love anybody who rhymes and stay raw | |
| I love getting my rhymes in chainstores | |
| I love splitting you mind with chainsaws | |
| My thoughtprocess is down in the f kin' | |
| Lochness Knock a motherf ker unconscious! | |
| Cause I don' t give a f k if you a man or a beast | |
| I handle my beef, tell | |
| Stoupe " hand me the heat" | |
| Hand me the piece and let me buck with their head | |
| We sicker than necrophiliacs f kin' the dead | |
| Buck ' em instead, and leave ' em to rot | |
| Let their body flow down the river, and what not | |
| When shit pop, | |
| I greet beef with a smile | |
| Cause I ain' t punched a fagg t in his teeth in a while | |
| But meanwhile we just tryin' to shine | |
| Tryin' to get mine, try to get a grip for my mom Vinnie Paz | |
| I see you lookin' at me sideways daddy, that' s your first mistake | |
| Die for cross for | |
| Christ, baby burn in to stake | |
| You learnin' too late | |
| You too conserned with the fake | |
| Too conserned with the law, that' s why you turned into jake | |
| You turned into snake, but | |
| I expected that | |
| I' d like to get a f kin' noose and put your neck in that | |
| To me it' s like the sound of music when your neck will crack | |
| And now you temp to me to bring the doctor | |
| Jekyl back | |
| Now that we settled that, it' s like a war now | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz bout the kick the f kin door down | |
| Cause Jedi | |
| Mind Tricks is goin for a renown now | |
| It' s like the callin of a storm now | |
| But y' all know it' s about the get ugly | |
| Dirty rhymes, dirty beats, it' s all muddy | |
| For 12 long years, | |
| Jedi Mind we stay cruddy | |
| As long as y' all showin' us love it' s all lovely |
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