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You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo |
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You know what I mean? |
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The God Jus Allah |
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[Jus Allah] |
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Megatraum is a martian, feeding off weed and cash |
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I dash from my ship in the Roswell Crash |
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You smash when you dash with the clashing ox |
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Saw you in half without a f**king magical box |
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Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock |
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I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked |
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Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen |
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We're ill marines with hand held killing machines |
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Steal dreams with the armored steel |
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Guard your grill |
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Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville |
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Following Allah's will, horror in the skill |
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Caught up in the real |
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Don't give me cause to kill |
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Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes |
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If I had to follow the moon across the globe |
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With the staff and white robe |
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I still hold metal |
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Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals |
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Chorus: |
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[Tragedy Khadafi] |
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Yo, last rites, we *fast to blast twice |
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[Ikon the Hologram] |
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Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice |
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[Tragedy Khadafi] |
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We smash mics, and blast too precise |
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[Ikon the Hologram] |
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Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights |
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[Vinnie Paz] |
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Yo, I'm savage |
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I write rhymes in pitch blackness |
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Any motherf**ker that front, is left backless |
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Y'all motherf**kers just burn into ashes |
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Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is |
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It's Black Sabbath |
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Put a slug in his grill |
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'Cause Jedi Mind two five thuggin' for real |
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You ever think there might be trouble then peel |
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'Cause a motherf**ker like me dumpin to kill |
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Y'all better pass the mic 'cause Vin's ill |
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Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields |
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I don't know how many kids my flow harms |
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My gun control leave y'all with no arms |
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Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies |
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Left in the path of the Paz *& Khadafi |
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5'9 tatted up, mad stocky |
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Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby |
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Chorus |
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[Tragedy Khadafi] |
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I hit the turnpike on dirtbikes with 2 heaters |
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On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia |
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Only thug guerillas *will react to this |
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The laws try to destroy *this black activist |
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Half of y'all is performers and actresses |
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I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses |
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Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted |
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I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it |
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I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off |
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With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on |
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Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off |
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Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft |
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It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off |
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Red Dragons, can't even f**k with my brain patterns |
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I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons |
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*Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells |
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If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell |
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I've done lived in a cell |
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Did bids in hell |
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Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail |
