Jedi Mind Tricks, Planetary - A Storm of Swords lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Planetary - A Storm of Swords lyrics]
Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray
Like a desert bird plays
Niggas where the curb lay
Turn pagen, pretty shitty on a church day
Your city my committee
Tussle where the dirt stay
Smokers try to sell dirt trays to undercovers
Old heads feed kids, have to run the numbers
Damn shame niggas in my crew can't bang
You demand 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) Lifting your soul
Through God's shower
Resurrected your spirit with lyrics
For top dollars my squad holler the loudest
Y'all niggas childish we grown folk here
Spitting raw street knowledge
Y'all can't touch us
Cause we ain't fucking around
And y'all can't fuck with us
Or else we bucking em 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
Cuz anybody biting the God's a day late
I maintain, handle beef Islamly
Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fucking with Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a shank and metal tank to harm me
Come on b, why you trying to build
Why you trying to get ya
Whole entire family killed
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
I'm the motherfucking 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 holding me down
Surrender and quit
(or I'mma let the venomous spit)
Tremendous equip
(we bugging off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit
(we hit you with the heavenly shit)
Only reason you live
(cuz we at the end of the clip)
The energy split
(young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hitting the vein
(cuz all of y'all spitting the same)
We tripping the flame
(and mounted all the chips in your chain)
We stick to the game
(ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain
(and matter fact, we sonning y'all kids)
And after that we snatching up
Your son and your wiz (We robbing the kids
And putting metal slugs in your wigs)
We stuck in the crib
(frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cutting ya ribs (Jed Mind stifling y'all)
We trifling fall
(we pointing fucking rifles at y'all)
(You ain't icy at all
We provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace slicing your jaw
Like a desert bird plays
Niggas where the curb lay
Turn pagen, pretty shitty on a church day
Your city my committee
Tussle where the dirt stay
Smokers try to sell dirt trays to undercovers
Old heads feed kids, have to run the numbers
Damn shame niggas in my crew can't bang
You demand 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) Lifting your soul
Through God's shower
Resurrected your spirit with lyrics
For top dollars my squad holler the loudest
Y'all niggas childish we grown folk here
Spitting raw street knowledge
Y'all can't touch us
Cause we ain't fucking around
And y'all can't fuck with us
Or else we bucking em 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
Cuz anybody biting the God's a day late
I maintain, handle beef Islamly
Manage my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fucking with Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a shank and metal tank to harm me
Come on b, why you trying to build
Why you trying to get ya
Whole entire family killed
I'm like a demon outta Amityville
I'm the motherfucking 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 holding me down
Surrender and quit
(or I'mma let the venomous spit)
Tremendous equip
(we bugging off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit
(we hit you with the heavenly shit)
Only reason you live
(cuz we at the end of the clip)
The energy split
(young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hitting the vein
(cuz all of y'all spitting the same)
We tripping the flame
(and mounted all the chips in your chain)
We stick to the game
(ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain
(and matter fact, we sonning y'all kids)
And after that we snatching up
Your son and your wiz (We robbing the kids
And putting metal slugs in your wigs)
We stuck in the crib
(frozen with your gut to the fridge)
We cutting ya ribs (Jed Mind stifling y'all)
We trifling fall
(we pointing fucking rifles at y'all)
(You ain't icy at all
We provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace slicing your jaw