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Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks
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Yeah, yeah baby yeah, Jedi mind tricks, legacy of blood
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Nothing but dirt out here, f**king Philly baby, yeah
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It aint a game baby, its f**king war out here
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I'll make you bleed with knives, I was born with all seeing eyes
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I can snatch a rappers heart before he even dies
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The cave man still believe in lies
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you don't want no blood or no beef like you were vegan rhymes
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You like to sleep with guys, you a gay maggot
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Listening to f**king B2K faggot, go to raves faggot
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Put a hole in your heart, destroy everything you know and you thought
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Destroy everything in Babylon, you f**king fake rap
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I hate rap cause you babble on, you f**king fags are gone
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I'm a hate monger, that's the reason that your talking to the jake longer
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But the snakes on ya, let you die there
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and who gave you the f**king impression that I care
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I can thrive here, but I choose to die
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On a f**king steady diet of booze and lies
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(chorus)
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Yea, it's the age of the sacred terror,
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A communist revolutionary Che Guevera, take your cheddar,
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Take everything that you care for
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Murder everybody, that's what they was there for.
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And there for you getting wet from the heat
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Take the food from your plate, ain't letting you eat
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Ain't letting you do nothing that I don't want you to
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You a crumb and that's why I like to f**k with you
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I don't care about anybody except me, until my main man Mafia is set free
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Your waiting for the revolution to start
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but you aint on the front lines taking 2 in the heart, ellusively smart
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that's why I hide from the feds., Jason Vorhies style, 5-7 heads
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5 corpses, 5 state troopers dead
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liquor shots to their face till the Rugers red
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(chorus)
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If you serve god for money you serve the devil
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Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal
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Yea, never even been in combat
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never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat
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I'm on another plane, you can stand in front of your fam.
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But I'm shooting right through your mothers frame
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I got knuckle game, but I don't use that, f**k a fair one where the 2 2's at
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Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at
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where my mother f**king knuckle Howie's goons at
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This for everybody holding hammers
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if your coming to our show then you go bananas, and holding banners
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In Support of Mumia-Jamal
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running up on you pigs with the heaters and all
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I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for
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The reason why I'm drinking all the f**king beer for
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