Lyrics This Is War - Jedi Mind Tricks , King Syze , Vinnie Paz , Esoteric , Outerspace

Yeah, yeah, it's Vinnie Paz daddy
Fuckin' Jedi Mind Tricks
7L, ES, King Syze, Outerspace
AOTP, what's the fuckin' deal?
Yeah, we mobbin' on you motherfuckers
Ayo Warchild, take these motherfuckers to war cousin

It's the army, cops, suckers, abandon ship
We spit sharp spot Russians, it'll damage cliques
Rip hearts, squash suckers, take a laugh at it
Bloody bath activist, feel the wrath of Chris
Hungry ass hooligans that strike passionate
Basket case, used to not havin' shit
Mask and tape, used to block passages
Until you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis
I'm cancerous, cold blooded, battleless
Past the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous
Y'all average, no way to challenge this
Ravenous, scorchin' fire, acidness
Every move made precise, I'm a strategist
Rock the world to the point where it's axis-less
No point to even learn where the atlas is
AOTP, get it correct, we smash shit

We underground where the roaches at
Corrosive, explosive, like Sosa's bat
I'm feelin' like one of Baseball's greats in this shit
'Cause I make hits, plus it's second nature to spit
Talk shit and got smacked 'cause you shouldn't have spoke
Now when cats say you real, dog, they put it in quotes
I stay fly, aim high like Dwight Gooden on coke
And keep shit official like couples that wouldn't elope
We give the press a scare like Jason Blair
Pharaohs treat you like an infidel, so fuckers say your prayers
I snatch up crews, line 'em up like braided hair
They corn rows, facin' me, you'd rather face the chair
I'm a mastermind with an axe to grind
Chiropractic rhymes, put your back in line
Opinionated motherfuckers, you got some shit to say
Then we voice it in the booth like it's election day

Yo, this is war cousin, we got shit on smash
7L, ES on the run for the cash
Yo, this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam
Our shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram
Yo, this is war cousin, we got shit on smash
7L, ES on the run for the cash
Yo, this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam
Our shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram

Some say I'm gifted, I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes
Impressive to critics when I boss an apprentice
I see the future with an extensive vision
I put this fuckin' track in the intensive division
King Syze to all of y'all, in case y'all didn't notice
I wrote this, chokin' roaches 'til my head's Sosa
I'm a needle in the vein, spittin' a deadly dosage
Like T.O., I scream or head closer
If the game plan ain't goin' my way, I threaten to leave
If we leave, man, the crowd goes a second to sleep
Who's better than me? Donatello be testin' the teeth
My specimen feast, turn your rap to feminist speech
A pessimist beast, the glass is half empty
Put the anger on paper, put your crowd in a frenzy
I could chop up my brain, pass it out to many
Only a chosen few'll know how to use it, dog, you're fenny

The verb specialist, armed and dangerous
Ain't happy 'til I know you feelin' the pain from this
'Til you bleedin' in buckets, we love beef and ruckus
We love the fact of rap, you ain't gon' see nothin'
No royalties, no promotion
I could talk that shit, don't front, I got you open
Illegal alien floatin', motionless, uncontrollable
Sort of like Christ, with the power to snatch souls from you
Your whole spirit collapse, your brain fry
I'm spittin' darts, the Pharaohs come at you from eight sides
Esoteric and Vinnie got semis from Celph Titled
Space throw grenades, King Syze got the rifles
Call Ap, when he react, you fallin' back
Chief pack and hop on the next flight to scrap
We made it happen now, backpackers go wild
'Cause space is in the place to put a cramp in your style

Yo, this is war cousin, we got shit on smash
7L, ES on the run for the cash
Yo, this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam
Our shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram
Yo, this is war cousin, we got shit on smash
7L, ES on the run for the cash
Yo, this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam
Our shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram