Текст песни A Storm of Swords - Jedi Mind Tricks feat. Planetary of OuterSpace
Yo,
serious
syllable
wordplay,
spray
Like
a
desert
bird
blaze,
niggaz,
where
the
curb
lay
Turn
plagen,
pretty
shitty
on
a
church
day
Ya
city
my
committee,
tustle
where
the
dirt
stay
Smoke
inside
the
cell
dirt,
tray's
are
undercovers
Old
head
feed
kids,
have
to
run
the
numbers
Damn
shame
niggaz
in
my
crew
can't
bang
You
the
man,
fame,
here's
my
man
frame,
champagne
Swig
to
the
wig,
Belle',
vodka,
hit
my
rib
Na
beers
with
a
slice
of
lemon
first
dig
On
an
open
mic,
growl
follows,
space
over
night
Destroying
your
perimeter,
players
and
prototypes
(High
powers)
lift
through
your
soul,
through
die
shower
Resurrected
your
spirit,
with
lyrics
for
top
dollars
My
squad,
holler
the
loudest,
y'all
niggaz
childish
We
grown
folk
here,
spittin'
raw
street
knowledge
Y'all
can't
touch
us,
cause
we
ain't
fuckin'
around
And
y'all
can't
fuck
with
us,
or
else
we
buckin'
dem
down
This
animal
rap,
cannibal
rap
that
we
make
I
hate
all,
hate
law
and
hate
jake
I
hate
everything
that
you
stand
for,
it's
fake
'Cause
everybody
bitin'
the
gods,
a
day
late
I
maintain,
handle
beef
Islamly
Manage
my
life
calmly,
like
I
was
Gandhi
Fuckin'
with
Vinnie
Paz,
the
one
man
army
It
take
a
shack
and
metal
tank
to
harm
me
Come
on
b,
why
you
trynna
to
build
Why
you
trynna
get
ya
whole
entire
family
killed
I'm
like
a
demon
outta
Amityville
I'm
the
motherfuckin'
reason
that
you
had
any
skill
With
tight
ill,
crack
ya
head
like
when
an
egg
drop
And
put
you
in
the
figure-four
leglock
And
make
ya
head
bop,
cause
we
the
rawest
around
Vinnie
Paz,
with
my
man
Stoupe
holdin'
me
down
(Vinnie
Paz)
Surrender
and
quit
(or
I'ma
let
the
venomous
spit)
Tremendous
equip
(we
buggin'
off
the
Hennessy
sip)
The
weaponry
hit
(we
hit
you
with
the
heavenly
shit)
Only
reason
you
live
('cause
we
at
the
end
of
the
clip)
The
energy
split
(young
cats
must
be
sick
in
the
brain)
We
hittin'
the
vain
('cause
of
y'all
spittin'
the
same)
We
shookin'
the
flame
(and
mounted
all
the
chips
in
ya
chain)
We
stick
to
the
game
(ran
and
inflicted
the
pain)
The
stitches
remain
(and
matter
fact,
we
sonnin'
y'all
kids)
And
after
that
we
snatchin'
up
ya
son
and
ya
wiz
(We
robbin'
the
kids,
and
puttin'
metal
slugs
in
ya
wigs)
We
stuck
in
the
crib
(frozen
with
your
gut
to
the
fridge)
We
cuttin'
ya
ribs
(Jed
Mind
stifflin'
y'all)
It's
right
from
the
far
(we
pointin'
fuckin'
rifles
at
y'all
You
ain't
icey
at
all,
we
provoke
the
sheisty
to
brawl)
If
y'all
sleep,
Outerspace,
slicin'
ya
jaw
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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