Jedi Mind Tricks, Boob Bronx - The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy, The Death of 10,000 Is a Statistic lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Boob Bronx - The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy, The Death of 10,000 Is a Statistic lyrics]
On the island of Guam
I had an out of the body experience
Immediately the lights began whirling
In a counter-clockwise direction
Everything around me was brilliant light
And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside
He said "Julius, Julius my son
I have called you at a very
Special time in your life
You will help me close the
World in your generation" yeah, One two
Jedi Mind forever and all that
Enemy of Mankind
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Stoupe hermano, I love you papa aight
What up pana it's that time
Thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to
Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to
I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight
They be thrown in my way
Gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye
They make us villains
I try to be the good guy
Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right
Hands black, don't worry how I jam that
(Don't worry 'bout that)
Just know, grenades might blow
Your boys only blow in the precinct
Don't get exposed for acting indecent
Should be against the law
In school they used to teach it
At the house we been
Preachin' don't tattle tell
Rhymes would go to hell
But hell always waitin'
This ain't news to us we
Live from the basement
Don't bother 'less you want
A fuckin' facelift
This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted
Off the wall like designs of Dior
Spent my whole life on the
Wrong side of the law
You should be careful of what's on
The other side of the door
I move like a OG, both sides of Allah
And I ride myself
Ain't nobody holdin' me back
And I hope somebody froggy, I will overreact
'83 in Venezuela I am holdin' a MAC
That mean that every single one
Of Vinnie soldiers is strapped when we move
Muhfuckers reinforcin' the ground
Turn this pussy into glue
If he horsin' around
Is you comin', is you going, is you lost
Is you found?
Philosophy of Illumination sorcery found
Ain't no Mr nice Guy
Ain't gon' be collaboratin'
Have a bunch of muhfuckers
Clappin' like you graduatin'
(ta ta ta ta ta)
Broke muhfuckers still rhymin' for blunts
Now everybody gon' bleed it's that
Time of the month, pussy
And the psychiatrist heard about this
And he wanted to find out what was going on
So I told him my experience
Of course to his? mind, I was off my rocker
In a few hours, they'd come and?
They grabbed me, put me in a straight jacket
Locked me up
I had an out of the body experience
Immediately the lights began whirling
In a counter-clockwise direction
Everything around me was brilliant light
And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside
He said "Julius, Julius my son
I have called you at a very
Special time in your life
You will help me close the
World in your generation" yeah, One two
Jedi Mind forever and all that
Enemy of Mankind
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Stoupe hermano, I love you papa aight
What up pana it's that time
Thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to
Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to
I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight
They be thrown in my way
Gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye
They make us villains
I try to be the good guy
Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right
Hands black, don't worry how I jam that
(Don't worry 'bout that)
Just know, grenades might blow
Your boys only blow in the precinct
Don't get exposed for acting indecent
Should be against the law
In school they used to teach it
At the house we been
Preachin' don't tattle tell
Rhymes would go to hell
But hell always waitin'
This ain't news to us we
Live from the basement
Don't bother 'less you want
A fuckin' facelift
This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted
Off the wall like designs of Dior
Spent my whole life on the
Wrong side of the law
You should be careful of what's on
The other side of the door
I move like a OG, both sides of Allah
And I ride myself
Ain't nobody holdin' me back
And I hope somebody froggy, I will overreact
'83 in Venezuela I am holdin' a MAC
That mean that every single one
Of Vinnie soldiers is strapped when we move
Muhfuckers reinforcin' the ground
Turn this pussy into glue
If he horsin' around
Is you comin', is you going, is you lost
Is you found?
Philosophy of Illumination sorcery found
Ain't no Mr nice Guy
Ain't gon' be collaboratin'
Have a bunch of muhfuckers
Clappin' like you graduatin'
(ta ta ta ta ta)
Broke muhfuckers still rhymin' for blunts
Now everybody gon' bleed it's that
Time of the month, pussy
And the psychiatrist heard about this
And he wanted to find out what was going on
So I told him my experience
Of course to his? mind, I was off my rocker
In a few hours, they'd come and?
They grabbed me, put me in a straight jacket
Locked me up