Jedi Mind Tricks, B.A. Barakus, Louis Logic, Brock Human - Blood Reign lyrics

Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby
2 G baby, Army of the Pharaohs
All that good shit, yo, yo

The lawnmower man smashes through your
Skull with battle axes
We whip asses with Adjanti daggers
That slashes
Crushing opposition like we was fascists
Stigmata and four gashes
We bashes the faggots who
Can't attack it right
Take their sternum and then turn
Them into my acolytes
That's the sight of blood that
Make a child stop
That's the rights of thugs that
Keep it wild hot
I hate you, say to pray to a heavenly father
It's fatal, like a NATO military armada
We hotter, warriors from Atlantis
Couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is
The mantis who use the flame rod
'Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise
The name God

Yo, the technique detrimental to your immune
Leave you in the dust
Let y'all niggas choke on fumes
It's the tight, nice, aerodynamic, gigantic
Shadow I cast is dominant, royal highness
North Philly's own homegrown champion
Purposely remaining unknown until shown
Cold as stone, the stage
My home away from home
I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone
Building a home for lost MCs gone wrong
Feel the pressure when my
Team come on strong, it's QD

Never try to duplicate the skills executed
But can't the skill execute this right
Listen up y'all suckers to what I say
Breaking out an unstoppable
Never try to duplicate the skills executed
But can't the skill execute this right
Listen up y'all suckers to what I say
Breaking out an unstoppable

Megatron is fucking monstrous
Hopping out of Lake Loch Ness
Every motherfucker in range is left topless
Roam the metropolis like shit's cop less
Y'all cock less, we stuff y'all in boxes
For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick
Thug'll diss but then we gotta put
A slug in your bitch
Splatter your dame, Pharaohs
We shatter your brain
'Til a nigga's salary change to lateral game
Like Calgary Flames, putting fire on ice
Put me in Hell for putting
Four nails in Christ

I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under
The bridge at Governor Ridge
Waiting to knock heads off
I'm a mean son-of-a-bitch
With an itch to misbehave
And wave a switchblade
In front of your face so close
To leave your whiskers shaved
To disengage or rip the
Pages from your notepad
Then shove 'em up the hole between
Your lower back and gonads
The only way your rhymes would be the shit
You need to read a script on playing gay
'cause you cats could eat a dick
Serving Sucker MCs a fifth
Of the drunken styling
Ripping M-IC's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland

"Never try to duplicate the skills executed
Son" but can't the skill execute this right
Listen up y'all suckers to what I say
Breaking out an unstoppable

Aiyo, I got a fetish to see flesh rip
When my TEC spit's
Breaking your bone where y'all chest is
I dare a nigga to try and battle
I'll put the sweat in your palms
When you swallowed your Adam's apple
Eat MCs like chupacabra was eating cattle
Defeat disease with palabras
Frequently battle
I make the hardest man fall
Back and start to squeal
Haul a fifth to his face, taste the steel
This why I got pro deep and stay ruthless
You useless, fuck with us and leave toothless
We're often known as psycho-drama dispensers
Paralyze niggas then put 'em
In trauma centers