Jedi Mind Tricks - San La Muerte lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - San La Muerte lyrics]
Yeah my mic sound good?
Yeah (rata ta ta ta ta ta ta)
One-two, one-two yeah (Raise the gates)
Look yeah (rata ta ta ta ta ta ta) listen
Yeah
It's node sub-optimal
So watch it when the Ruger spit
Record the homicide so I can watch
How many views it get
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all
I'm tired of this music shit
The goombah gon' move regardless
Of who producing it
You dumb if you don't think that
It's a shot gon' fly
I will cross your fucking T's and
I will dot that eye
I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip
You a sucka
You the type to take advice from a bitch
He defied God so he had
To get his name cursed armed to the teeth
Carry metal like a change purse
Make a list of raw motherfuckers
Put my name first
Every single line is by design
To make your brain burst
High like a motherfucker
I ain't hit the ground yet
Dumpin' till the whole clip empty
Like a sound check twenty plus years, Ahki
I ain't lost a round yet
Kemetic Orthodoxy where the
Ritual was founded nothing ever is enough
Everybody getting touched
Motherfuckers is running up on me
The drama don't stop
Get your whole block shot
All these shooters is running up on me
I got a big street sweeper
I'm the hood Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers is dying around me
My trigger finger stay itching
We cooking in the kitchen
I ain't fucking with nobody but me
So come hell or high water
I'mma watch for the drop
I make this graveyard crowded
Like a popular spot
Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell
A cop from a ahk
I'mma aim the chopper either way
And pop who I pop
Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills
Screaming high-pitched
Crying like he Stephanie Mills
Ain't no iller voice in this shit
Die now or die later
That's the choices you get
It's moist and it's wet
Living here is literally hell
Bodies stacking when I crack 'em
Like the Liberty Bell this dummy broke
Looking at the bottom of the pint
I'm coming with the heater like
The bottom of the ninth
That's Allah and that's my life
Wanna see me it's nothing
Just know that either way with me
It's gonna be a concussion
Body bags everywhere
Machetes here to chop 'em up
Put his body on ice and slap
Him like a hockey puck
Yeah (rata ta ta ta ta ta ta)
One-two, one-two yeah (Raise the gates)
Look yeah (rata ta ta ta ta ta ta) listen
Yeah
It's node sub-optimal
So watch it when the Ruger spit
Record the homicide so I can watch
How many views it get
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all
I'm tired of this music shit
The goombah gon' move regardless
Of who producing it
You dumb if you don't think that
It's a shot gon' fly
I will cross your fucking T's and
I will dot that eye
I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip
You a sucka
You the type to take advice from a bitch
He defied God so he had
To get his name cursed armed to the teeth
Carry metal like a change purse
Make a list of raw motherfuckers
Put my name first
Every single line is by design
To make your brain burst
High like a motherfucker
I ain't hit the ground yet
Dumpin' till the whole clip empty
Like a sound check twenty plus years, Ahki
I ain't lost a round yet
Kemetic Orthodoxy where the
Ritual was founded nothing ever is enough
Everybody getting touched
Motherfuckers is running up on me
The drama don't stop
Get your whole block shot
All these shooters is running up on me
I got a big street sweeper
I'm the hood Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers is dying around me
My trigger finger stay itching
We cooking in the kitchen
I ain't fucking with nobody but me
So come hell or high water
I'mma watch for the drop
I make this graveyard crowded
Like a popular spot
Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell
A cop from a ahk
I'mma aim the chopper either way
And pop who I pop
Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills
Screaming high-pitched
Crying like he Stephanie Mills
Ain't no iller voice in this shit
Die now or die later
That's the choices you get
It's moist and it's wet
Living here is literally hell
Bodies stacking when I crack 'em
Like the Liberty Bell this dummy broke
Looking at the bottom of the pint
I'm coming with the heater like
The bottom of the ninth
That's Allah and that's my life
Wanna see me it's nothing
Just know that either way with me
It's gonna be a concussion
Body bags everywhere
Machetes here to chop 'em up
Put his body on ice and slap
Him like a hockey puck