Jedi Mind Tricks - The God Supreme lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - The God Supreme lyrics]
I feel sorry for your mom muhfucker
You a waste when I say that you my dog
I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the deen have
Me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla, God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat
How you wanna talk shit and
Tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green
Aim it where your cabbage at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on this ras clot
Show him how the gat tastes
It's a million muhfuckas in the rat race
I ain't part of that God
Y'all can get the gas face
Fuck all fates, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on
You like raw steaks
Pies and jums, I'mma let 'em all bake
And if Vinnie here
Rap in good hands like Allstate
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the fucking crown
So I can take heads underground rappers
More bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all Planet of
The Apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different
It's a damn lie you ain't really beef
Real beef get pan-fried i be in Japan high
Y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets
Muhfuckers cross you like a crucifix
In sha Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro
Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi'
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
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You a waste when I say that you my dog
I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the deen have
Me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla, God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat
How you wanna talk shit and
Tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green
Aim it where your cabbage at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on this ras clot
Show him how the gat tastes
It's a million muhfuckas in the rat race
I ain't part of that God
Y'all can get the gas face
Fuck all fates, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on
You like raw steaks
Pies and jums, I'mma let 'em all bake
And if Vinnie here
Rap in good hands like Allstate
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the fucking crown
So I can take heads underground rappers
More bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all Planet of
The Apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different
It's a damn lie you ain't really beef
Real beef get pan-fried i be in Japan high
Y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets
Muhfuckers cross you like a crucifix
In sha Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro
Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi'
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm
A pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from
Your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living
No fucks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene
Tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em
Official Pistol Gang official Pistol Gang