Jedi Mind Tricks, Killa Sha - Contra lyrics

The invincible huh?
Yeah, y'all be seeing it
It is what it is indeed, Stoupie
Y'all be knowing huh? Let 'em know

Hold the device tight
When it's time for a mic fight
You're a pagan trying to
Battle someone who's Christ-like
The precise knight that smash you
With a white pike
Left you bleeding into the ocean
Under the night's light
Oh you hype right, well meet the soul-benders
Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll benches till playing
Fear was fair game
Y'all got fucked up like sex on an airplane
That's why we can't change, we just ill
We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real
The clip's filled with the
Wrath that Cain saw
Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw
That's why the brain's raw
That's why your veins pour
That's why you copped my shit nine
Times at the same store
That's why you entered the
Dragon and got slashed
And that's why the Hologram counting up cash
What!

Looking for rappers who wanna battle
Don't seem to understand that
I'm just that bad
The underground rapper who be wrecking
Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like

Holocaust rap, javelin toss
The Sha's the boss i take what's yours
Pour poison in your pores
I'm down for the cause my nigga, not because
My soul wasn't made to be lost
Stop for the pause
I play forty-eight minutes hard
Without the calls
Slicing elbows through ya jaw
Need I say more?
Fascinated with four-fours and foul whores
Large gram cook-ups and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses
That'll open all doors
I soar like a condor ready for war
Fuck the law!

Listen to the emptiness
Of the raindrops on the ground

Looking for rappers who wanna battle
Don't seem to understand that
I'm just that bad
The underground rapper who be wrecking
Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like

Ominous, leave your brain matter
Painted on your Stainmaster
Game of Death motherfucker, we draft ya
Semi-autograph ya keeping L's lit
Sending pellets through helmets shells hit
You and the fag you share a cell with
Taking niggas out their element
Rhyme fighters
Divine writers, time travelers, Sliders
Pale niggas act jail lifers
True tale is that they nail-biters with
The trails in they diapers
Shoes never walk nor land, explore land
I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran
Bullets graze your wig kid
Brushes with death
I let the iron clutch grip
The bones in ya flesh
Playing on ya wrist like strings on a violin
Dying in a blood pool, wrestling Leviathan
Fucking with gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Y'all suckers
Like niggas born without dicks