paroles de chanson Kublai Khan - Jedi Mind Tricks , Tragedy Khadafi
God
hates
me,
never
keep
my
banger
on
safety
My
mother
raised
me
alone,
you
can't
break
me
My
hearts
pumpin'
the
blood
of
Royce
Gracie
My
thoughts
dumpin'
the
slug
and
point
straightly
You
rhyme
fakely,
you
still
scarred
I'm
studing
deep
thoughts
like
Bill
Maher
I'm
real
raw,
we
just
dumbin
it
out
And
y'all
ain't
sayin'
nothin'
with
a
gun
in
yo
mouth
That's
what
I'm
about,
but
Vinnie
Paz
go
deeper
Y'all
still
under
the
spell
of
dose
ether
The
Grim
Reaper,
its
all
nature
And
every
word
from
Allah
is
on
paper
We
all
hate
ya,
we
can't
stand
you
Chapter
8,
verse
3,
book
of
Daniel
You
like
a
candle,
you
just
burn
You
never
worship
Allah,
you
can't
learn
I
melt
mics
'til
the
sound
waves
- Nas
America's
Cream
Team
- U-God
All
y'all
crab
bitches
ain't
got
to
worry
- Cappadonna
Brainwashed
kid
- Slick
Rick
We're
bombing
this
rhyme
faker???
Chemical,
space
ships,
see
dust
splits,
hit
from
the
Matrix
Pig
Destroyer,
Anarchist
kiss,
splatter
your
patriots
Make
coast
stops,
injectin'
my
pockets
with
Botox
Latex
bitches
be
chokin'
on
cock
like
Blow-Pops
My
flows
hot,
my
Glocks
like
a
popular
friend
Sniffin'
Oxycontin,
we
rock
till
the
popular
says
Merciful
fate,
we
at
the
gates,
I
hurt
you
for
cake
Cause
Red
Planets
like
a
Shit
Magnet,
it
counters
with
Jay
Digital
cuffs,
runnin'
from
the
D's
and
the
fuzz
Gut
you
out,
rock
Gas
Mask,
bleedin'
an
stuff
Into
the
void
like
blue
velvet,
goons
and
clerics
New
synthetic
designer
jewels
for
moods
in
deserts
In
heaven
and
earth,
barcodes
to
measure
my
girth
That's
like
the
J.D.L.
joinin'
the
Zulu
Nation
for
turf
Birth
of
the
solar,
we
did
so,
write
for
the
cobra
Goretex,
freedom,
and
we
all
stand
with
iced
out
clothes
Check
it.
yo.
yo
Now
what
it
be's
like,
niggas
wanna
stay
tight,
I
stay
right
Face
fight,
get
your
weak,
split,
shit
then
I
spit
Most
Accurate,
Lex
right
in
back
of
it
Range
on
the
side
of
it
Yo
I'm
tryin'
to
get
a
lot
of
it
I
rock
that
exotic
shit,
spit
the
hottest
shit
Blow
trial,
might
get
the
same
time
Gigante
get
Death
before
dishonor
shit,
gangster
persona
shit
Jedi
Mind,
2-5
is
who
I
polly
with
When
I'm
tryin'
to
score
the
third,
its
who
I
holler
with
Yo
hood,
its
my
project,
exchange
objects
Yo
guns
for
my
teks,
yo
range
for
my
lex
From
Q.B.
to
Philly,
we
control
sets
I
stay
splurgin',
heads
stay
wrapped
in
Turbans
Tighter
than
a
virgin
or
Ford
Excursion,
nigga
So
how
you
figure
that
we
don't
be
reppin'
Wholesale
drugs
and
weapons
in
the
Dodge
Intrepid,
nigga
{Film
samples}
Yo
Stoupe,
whattup
baby,
what's
good
Jedi
Mind,
the
gracious,
2-5
collabo
Aura
check
1 Intro
2 Tibetan Black Magicians
3 Blood in Blood Out
4 The Rage of Angels
5 Demonwomb Interlude
6 Animal Rap
7 Nada Cambia
8 A Storm of Swords
9 Boondock Saints Interlude
10 Walk With Me
11 Rise of the Machines
12 Pity of War Interlude
13 Kublai Khan
14 What's Really Good
15 The Heart of Darkness Interlude
16 Raw Is War 2003
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