Jedi Mind Tricks - Street Lights lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - Street Lights lyrics]
I have the killing gene
I have machine guns and guillotines
I’m the guerrilla of Philistines
I’m living the killer’s dream
I just let the victim kick and scream
Get the blood and smithereens
Out with Mr clean
Separate your figurine into
Different dumpsters
I’m getting hungrier and I
Ain’t getting any younger
Niggas should’ve killed me
Now the wait’s longer
And the incapability made me stronger
I’mma die in service
I serve a higher purpose
I ain’t nervous of what
Surfaces from wire searches
Mom sit's inside a church
Reciting Bible verses
I’m entitled to idle my homicidal urges
I don’t prefer help
Getting to the death quotients
It works by it'self set in perpetual motion
But I remove it
There’s some probability to use it
Cause I might lose it
Present company included
The street light is the only
Light that ever shine
Kill devils with metal from the Beretta nine
If I shine (I shine) heavy metal grind
Must be out your fucking mind
Never question mine
You should never upset the man
The bullets the size of Pepsi cans
I am godly while y’all are
Doing the best you can
Me and Jus Allah lions and the rest are lambs
I am possibly atrocity in West Sudan
I’m humanism
I’m through the prism of western man
I’m pugilism, I’m voodooism, I bless the sand
My hands are made of titanium
I could wreck a van
Lazarus, I am from Damascus and I am Sham
I ain’t letting go until the
Fucking clip is done y’all offbeat
Every word I speak hit the drum
The most beautiful thing to me
Is a glistening gun
I find y’all is entertainment
While I’m sipping rum
And if I ever fall on hard luck
I’ll put some white on the
Street like a salt truck
Cause I ain’t trying to be hungry again
With these lowlife motherfucking
Dummies again (never again god)
I have machine guns and guillotines
I’m the guerrilla of Philistines
I’m living the killer’s dream
I just let the victim kick and scream
Get the blood and smithereens
Out with Mr clean
Separate your figurine into
Different dumpsters
I’m getting hungrier and I
Ain’t getting any younger
Niggas should’ve killed me
Now the wait’s longer
And the incapability made me stronger
I’mma die in service
I serve a higher purpose
I ain’t nervous of what
Surfaces from wire searches
Mom sit's inside a church
Reciting Bible verses
I’m entitled to idle my homicidal urges
I don’t prefer help
Getting to the death quotients
It works by it'self set in perpetual motion
But I remove it
There’s some probability to use it
Cause I might lose it
Present company included
The street light is the only
Light that ever shine
Kill devils with metal from the Beretta nine
If I shine (I shine) heavy metal grind
Must be out your fucking mind
Never question mine
You should never upset the man
The bullets the size of Pepsi cans
I am godly while y’all are
Doing the best you can
Me and Jus Allah lions and the rest are lambs
I am possibly atrocity in West Sudan
I’m humanism
I’m through the prism of western man
I’m pugilism, I’m voodooism, I bless the sand
My hands are made of titanium
I could wreck a van
Lazarus, I am from Damascus and I am Sham
I ain’t letting go until the
Fucking clip is done y’all offbeat
Every word I speak hit the drum
The most beautiful thing to me
Is a glistening gun
I find y’all is entertainment
While I’m sipping rum
And if I ever fall on hard luck
I’ll put some white on the
Street like a salt truck
Cause I ain’t trying to be hungry again
With these lowlife motherfucking
Dummies again (never again god)