Jedi Mind Tricks - A Storm Of Swords Lyrics

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[planetary]

Yo serious syllable wordplay verse 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

Corona 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

[chorus 2x: planetary vinnie paz]

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

[vinnie paz]

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

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[chorus 2x]

[planetary] (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

[chorus 2x]

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