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A Storm of Swords - Jedi Mind Tricks
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 f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k with us or else we buckin' dem down
Y'all can't touch us cause we ain't f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k 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
F**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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
Y'all can't touch us cause we ain't f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k with us or else we buckin' dem down
Y'all can't touch us cause we ain't f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k with us or else we buckin' dem down
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 s**t
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' f**kin' rifles at y'all
You ain't icey at all we provoke the sheisty to brawl
If y'all sleep outerspace slicin' ya jaw
Y'all can't touch us cause we ain't f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k with us or else we buckin' dem down
Y'all can't touch us cause we ain't f**kin' around
And y'all can't f**k with us or else we buckin' dem down
