Outlive the War Lyrics
| Song | Outlive the War |
| Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| Album | Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Diaz, Luviner, Price | |
| You don't really want a close encounter | |
| This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| [Verse 1: Sean Price] | |
| Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track | |
| The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts | |
| Keys to the 'Lac, ****** in the back, foot on the gas | |
| Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass | |
| Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, ****** | |
| "You gonna ****** up your career, you hear?" ****** the rap ******t | |
| I make the same money when I hustle this crack ******t | |
| Probably make more 'cause a ****** don't pay no taxes | |
| Access the gun's off the earth axis | |
| Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split | |
| Ruck flow is like "****** you, God" | |
| I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job | |
| Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew | |
| Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too | |
| I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth | |
| Sean Price, ****** you riffin' about? Shut the ****** up, yeah | |
| [Hook: Block McCloud] | |
| You don't really want a close encounter | |
| This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] | |
| I put you in the ******' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black | |
| That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at | |
| You read "Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that | |
| And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat | |
| I don't trust nobody, cousin, I'm a cautious cat | |
| I see inside your eyes, it's where demonic forces at | |
| ****** around and get laced with the Luger | |
| If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah | |
| My place is the future, everybody say "The boy nice" | |
| Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price | |
| I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest around | |
| I'm just sayin' I'm the nicest with the knife and the pound | |
| I'm strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block | |
| You the type to take a L and ******' call the cops | |
| Cross the other side of street because you saw it's hot | |
| Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, ****** | |
| [Hook: Block McCloud] | |
| You don't really want a close encounter | |
| This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don't wanna fight wit | |
| [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] | |
| I'm comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections | |
| Even the mutha ******' devil was there when I blessed him | |
| Better selection of clappers then you | |
| Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you | |
| I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament | |
| About the war and our apocalyptic president | |
| About how I studied the science of raw | |
| How I carry Desert Eagle's and defy it's a law | |
| My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses | |
| They say I'm deranged, disconnected and dangerous | |
| My rap is sharp enough to slash your ******' veins and wrist | |
| I'll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists | |
| My forty cal' is ******' dyin' to bust | |
| It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust | |
| Yeah, I'm tryin' to organize with people I identify | |
| While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah | |
| [Hook: Block McCloud] | |
| You don't really want a close encounter | |
| This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
| zuo qu : Baldwin, Diaz, Luviner, Price | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| Verse 1: Sean Price | |
| Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track | |
| The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts | |
| Keys to the ' Lac, in the back, foot on the gas | |
| Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass | |
| Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, | |
| " You gonna up your career, you hear?" the rap t | |
| I make the same money when I hustle this crack t | |
| Probably make more ' cause a don' t pay no taxes | |
| Access the gun' s off the earth axis | |
| Axis of evil, the evil ' ll leave your hat split | |
| Ruck flow is like " you, God" | |
| I don' t wanna rhyme, I need a construction job | |
| Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew | |
| Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too | |
| I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth | |
| Sean Price, you riffin' about? Shut the up, yeah | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie Paz | |
| I put you in the ' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black | |
| That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at | |
| You read " Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that | |
| And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat | |
| I don' t trust nobody, cousin, I' m a cautious cat | |
| I see inside your eyes, it' s where demonic forces at | |
| around and get laced with the Luger | |
| If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah | |
| My place is the future, everybody say " The boy nice" | |
| Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price | |
| I' m not sayin' I' m the nicest around | |
| I' m just sayin' I' m the nicest with the knife and the pound | |
| I' m strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block | |
| You the type to take a L and ' call the cops | |
| Cross the other side of street because you saw it' s hot | |
| Call me Mike Fratello baby, ' cause I call the shots, yeah, | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| I' m comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections | |
| Even the mutha ' devil was there when I blessed him | |
| Better selection of clappers then you | |
| Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you | |
| I' ve had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament | |
| About the war and our apocalyptic president | |
| About how I studied the science of raw | |
| How I carry Desert Eagle' s and defy it' s a law | |
| My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses | |
| They say I' m deranged, disconnected and dangerous | |
| My rap is sharp enough to slash your ' veins and wrist | |
| I' ll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists | |
| My forty cal' is ' dyin' to bust | |
| It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust | |
| Yeah, I' m tryin' to organize with people I identify | |
| While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Diaz, Luviner, Price | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| Verse 1: Sean Price | |
| Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track | |
| The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts | |
| Keys to the ' Lac, in the back, foot on the gas | |
| Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass | |
| Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, | |
| " You gonna up your career, you hear?" the rap t | |
| I make the same money when I hustle this crack t | |
| Probably make more ' cause a don' t pay no taxes | |
| Access the gun' s off the earth axis | |
| Axis of evil, the evil ' ll leave your hat split | |
| Ruck flow is like " you, God" | |
| I don' t wanna rhyme, I need a construction job | |
| Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew | |
| Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too | |
| I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth | |
| Sean Price, you riffin' about? Shut the up, yeah | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie Paz | |
| I put you in the ' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black | |
| That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at | |
| You read " Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that | |
| And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat | |
| I don' t trust nobody, cousin, I' m a cautious cat | |
| I see inside your eyes, it' s where demonic forces at | |
| around and get laced with the Luger | |
| If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah | |
| My place is the future, everybody say " The boy nice" | |
| Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price | |
| I' m not sayin' I' m the nicest around | |
| I' m just sayin' I' m the nicest with the knife and the pound | |
| I' m strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block | |
| You the type to take a L and ' call the cops | |
| Cross the other side of street because you saw it' s hot | |
| Call me Mike Fratello baby, ' cause I call the shots, yeah, | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit | |
| Verse 3: Vinnie Paz | |
| I' m comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections | |
| Even the mutha ' devil was there when I blessed him | |
| Better selection of clappers then you | |
| Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you | |
| I' ve had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament | |
| About the war and our apocalyptic president | |
| About how I studied the science of raw | |
| How I carry Desert Eagle' s and defy it' s a law | |
| My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses | |
| They say I' m deranged, disconnected and dangerous | |
| My rap is sharp enough to slash your ' veins and wrist | |
| I' ll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists | |
| My forty cal' is ' dyin' to bust | |
| It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust | |
| Yeah, I' m tryin' to organize with people I identify | |
| While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah | |
| Hook: Block McCloud | |
| You don' t really want a close encounter | |
| This dude' s talkin' like he knows the bouncers | |
| I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place | |
| Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! | |
| And ain' t nobody gangsta, we just fight good | |
| Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook | |
| Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks | |
| Type you don' t wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! |
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