Jedi Mind Tricks, Blacastan - Fuck Ya Life lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Blacastan - Fuck Ya Life lyrics]
Try to stop mines from growing
I’ll make your blood stop flowing
I wet the whole entire block then I broke off
Lift the boat off Russian
Sickle Nikolai Volkoff
I ain’t never met a motherfucker
That was so soft i remain fire like folk who
Ain’t turn their stove off
And I still rhyme cousin
With a flawless fervor i got money and catch
Cases like Roethlisberger
And y’all are Dennis Dixon
That’s just something different
I need another prescription
I got a pen addiction
I got a Muslim shorty now
But the ex was Christian
She ain’t overstand the godliness
Of my position
Anybody who ain’t family is opposition
The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen
Vinnie sipping on the Goose
God hit this marley
My hands running out of fingers
Young Vince Lombardi i got a tet offensive
Similar to Victor Charlie
I meet a bitch, I don’t sweat her
This ain’t a Christmas party
Try to stop mines from growing
I’ll make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your life
I make blood money with
Flecks of blood splatter it’s drug money
The aspect of it doesn’t matter
All the blood and death is what
Gives it the X factor
A lot of blood and sweat
Goes into the trespassers
I kill swiftly, I like to take life quickly
I take a pint of blood
And make moonshine whiskey
I like to keep the 911 lines busy
I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city
All the blood that we use is
Worth every bump and bruise
Once the hunt pursues we ain’t
On the Onion News
I don’t run from the problems I start usually
We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty
Then I’m at the bar or a movie
Then I’m with a beauty
Watching hardcore nudity
Had to ditch the bitch that
Thinks we’re dating exclusively
The old grey mare she ain’t
What she used to be
I’m that last line of coke that
You see on the mirror take your last sniff
Now you think you seeing shit clearer
I’m the nigga that’s behind you
Waiting to get paid
I’m that hard-assed dick that’s
Waiting to get laid
I’m them Pumas that you rock that
Was made out of suede
You the nigga came to cop and
Got caught in the raid
I’m the venom that lies within
The king cobra’s core
That new blood soaking through
The enemy’s soul
The spoils of life, the ills of men
John Wayne Gacy, Charlie Manson
Killing again
I’m released from the penitent
Mind state militant
Bombs underneath the tent, bismillah I repent
Sent to Earth from a distant galaxy
I am no contradiction, far from a fallacy
Freddy in the booth bring
Nightmares to reality
World War 3, I’m enlisted by JMT
I’ll make your blood stop flowing
I wet the whole entire block then I broke off
Lift the boat off Russian
Sickle Nikolai Volkoff
I ain’t never met a motherfucker
That was so soft i remain fire like folk who
Ain’t turn their stove off
And I still rhyme cousin
With a flawless fervor i got money and catch
Cases like Roethlisberger
And y’all are Dennis Dixon
That’s just something different
I need another prescription
I got a pen addiction
I got a Muslim shorty now
But the ex was Christian
She ain’t overstand the godliness
Of my position
Anybody who ain’t family is opposition
The M9 got a big nose, Scottie Pippen
Vinnie sipping on the Goose
God hit this marley
My hands running out of fingers
Young Vince Lombardi i got a tet offensive
Similar to Victor Charlie
I meet a bitch, I don’t sweat her
This ain’t a Christmas party
Try to stop mines from growing
I’ll make your blood stop flowing
Fuck your life
I make blood money with
Flecks of blood splatter it’s drug money
The aspect of it doesn’t matter
All the blood and death is what
Gives it the X factor
A lot of blood and sweat
Goes into the trespassers
I kill swiftly, I like to take life quickly
I take a pint of blood
And make moonshine whiskey
I like to keep the 911 lines busy
I like a fun time in a crime-ridden city
All the blood that we use is
Worth every bump and bruise
Once the hunt pursues we ain’t
On the Onion News
I don’t run from the problems I start usually
We wet you up, no lifeguard on duty
Then I’m at the bar or a movie
Then I’m with a beauty
Watching hardcore nudity
Had to ditch the bitch that
Thinks we’re dating exclusively
The old grey mare she ain’t
What she used to be
I’m that last line of coke that
You see on the mirror take your last sniff
Now you think you seeing shit clearer
I’m the nigga that’s behind you
Waiting to get paid
I’m that hard-assed dick that’s
Waiting to get laid
I’m them Pumas that you rock that
Was made out of suede
You the nigga came to cop and
Got caught in the raid
I’m the venom that lies within
The king cobra’s core
That new blood soaking through
The enemy’s soul
The spoils of life, the ills of men
John Wayne Gacy, Charlie Manson
Killing again
I’m released from the penitent
Mind state militant
Bombs underneath the tent, bismillah I repent
Sent to Earth from a distant galaxy
I am no contradiction, far from a fallacy
Freddy in the booth bring
Nightmares to reality
World War 3, I’m enlisted by JMT