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letra de design in malice - jedi mind tricks feat. young zee & pacewon

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uhh

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sing, b-tch (lay, lay, lay)
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young, oh

if i don’t have the mag, i get a b-st-rd stabbed
with a knife big as a claw for an alaskan crab
young, i’m down with vinnie, give me six weeks
all y’all little pipsqueaks is up sh-t’s creek
think we a joke? i’ll put three in your throat
drunk off gin and c&c coke then we flee in a boat
then i come open up the spot with coconut ciroc
so the hoes’ll suck some c-ck, huh

then i’ll forget the call her
after the nut i get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off x’s and dust
whole clique of registered s-x offenders
pop sh-t, we’ll hold your funeral xvis
n-gga’s money come in roman numerals
your block slow now, she f-ck with them rappers
’cause y’all n-gga’s money took a muscle-relaxer

i’ma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
it’s work, not how i pass the time
i’ma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
it’s work, not how i pass the time
i’ma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
it’s work, not how i pass the time
i’ma the mastermind with a faster rhyme
it’s work, not how i pass the time

our music’s strong enough to stop a bomb
i’m putting pressure on your kids like i’m a soccer mom
who you think idea that it was to stop saddam?
who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
you get your sh-t rocked ma like mustafa song
you blowing smoke, you motherf-cker, you should cop a bong
the nine taurus jam a little bit, the glock is strong
i move brutal and use voodoo like papa shango

over a billion muslims, you could never stop islam
over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper’s arm
the backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum’
’cause it’s been hard on vinnie since my father gone
i’m about to blow the f-cking h-rns like it was rosh hashanah
this is the calm before the storm, armageddon’s on
carry a motherf-cker head that i shred in ‘nam
i speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone

you don’t have to search and question
i have the purse and the murder weapon
never get a second chance to make a first impression
i’m no virgin, a murderer and i’m an urban legend
rather be of real service than to serve in heaven
i don’t like cops, i don’t like co-operators
i don’t like traitors or story corroborators
in any problem i’m the common denominator
my behaviour is the product of intoxicators

i’m just blood addicted, it’s the other liquid
i’m above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
don’t even ask, there’s somebody in the body bags
the blood matches what’s on the hatchets and hockey mask
i’m never traumatized, i don’t have to compromise
i don’t have to economize the homicides
you tell jesus to take the wheel, my faith is nil
i believe that even jesus has a way to k!ll

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- jedi mind tricks feat young zee pacewon

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