paroles de chanson Deathless Light - Jedi Mind Tricks

Official pistol guns drawn

When you pray for the rain you gotta deal with the mud
And when you pray for the pain you gotta deal with the blood
You ain't capable to hate if you ain't able to love
But it get muddy in the middle so I stay with the snub
And I'm official pistol 'til the veins stop runnin'
You in hell and it's hot when them train stop runnin'
And you don't have a choice when the game start dummin'
And your physical is still but your brain start runnin'
Why I let them eat, but I must have been out of it
Like walked in a portal inside of Being John Malkovich
Y'all are talking loud but you should just turn it down a bit
Your hands over your head, like you was reading a counterfeit
And I don't rhyme over nothing if it don't sound sick
And all of y'all motherfuckers bite is like a brown pit
Clap at you, like you wearing cap and gown shit
A bunch of Sicilianos shoot at you inside a Crown Vic'

I don't know you, and you don't know me
We should go separate ways, I'mma keep it OG
Come on, I don't know you and you don't know me
You should got that-away, I'mma keep it OG

Young boys out here think that rappin' is dead
Glorifying dirt bags and they trappin' instead
I'mma ressurect hard-body rap from the dead
Crucify 'em like Christ, put a rack on his head
I've been here for twenty years
And y'all have been here for two days
Ain't nobody talking to you dippin' into Kool-Aid
Razor under the tongue, I cut you like a school day
Blood spill in high definition like a Blu Ray
The bullets in this motherfucker small, but the shotty big
Recoil make you kick back like Karate Kid
I ain't tryina offend a motherfucker but I prolly did
I ain't playing around motherfucker, something gotta give
But I don't give a fuck money, I will get your nana hit
Vinnie a gorilla, I will feed you a banana clip
Only way to get 'em dirty is to get your hands in it
And I don't play politics, I was never a fan of it