文本歌词

The God Supreme Explicit) - Jedi Mind Tricks
I feel sorry for your mom muh****er you a waste
When I say that you're my dog I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla god jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel y***er arafat
How you wanna talk **** and tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at blocka blocka
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on this clot show him how the gat tastes
It's a million muh****as in the rat race
I ain't part of that god y'all can get the gas face
**** all fakes see you at ***** gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks
Pies and jumbs i'ma let 'em all bake
And vinnie he rapping good hands like allstate
It's the storm without the calm a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living no ****s that I'm giving
It's a murder scene tell the ****ing ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living no ****s that I'm giving
It's a murder scene tell the ****ing ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the ****ing crown so I can take heads
Underground rappers more bummier than base-heads
Head-shots leave y'all planet of the apes dead
Jeff chandler i'ma let them hands fly
Just in case vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different it's a damn lie
You ain't really beef real beef get pan-fried
I be in japan high y'all be on some stupid ****
Philly streets muh****ers cross you like a crucifix
Inch'***** i'ma be alive like busilvex
Four pound break your chest up like mucinex
Dead cause I said so i'ma let the tec' blow
Fiends lined up like an air jordan retro
I'll from the get-go I just caught a homi'
The bullets pierce kevlar hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living no ****s that I'm giving
It's a murder scene tell the ****ing ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living no ****s that I'm giving
It's a murder scene tell the ****ing ambulance to get 'em
Official pistol gang
Official pistol gang