Jedi Mind Tricks, Des Devious - Verses of the Bleeding lyrics

Allahu Akbar, everybody just be calm
That's the word passed down from the imam
It came from the Qur'an, it can't be wrong
It's only measured in time of God's eons
So I suggest you follow Allah way
Or turn into a bitch inside
The jungle's the raw way
That's what the law say
You ain't ready for that
You better bring a bulletproof
And machete for that
And nobody want to be there
They stick you with dirty motherfuckers
Up in the tear
Now it's back to the topic at hand
I'm rocking your fam
And fight against the army with
A rock in my hand a Glock in my hand
Divide your body into two parts
Exchange entire theories of God
By spitting two darts
But I just want people to build
And did imam Al Husayn know
That he would be killed?

We coming for blood, in the name of Allah
We coming for blood
And we ain't playing with y'all
We coming for blood, we destroy and rebuild
We coming for blood, if you ain't loyal
You killed

I got a vice grip on the mic spitting my shit
My balls and arrogance alone be
The cause of these hit's
Easily split your wig with the
Flick of a wrist send a block
Your body dragging you into the abyss
But that's some sick shit I
Only do when I trip
Or when I'm tailing motherfuckers
Running they lip
That's when I start the procedure of
Body beating you to a seizure
Your crew is standing there
Staring looking like non-believers
I felt 'em standing and staring
That's when I pulled the heater
My ratchet cooking these faggots
I make 'em all see the
Fact of the matter is
If you don't back down
This ain't no slap down
You getting clapped clown
So don't be running 'round
Talking all this and that
That's female shit
Type of shit that get you trapped
Into a dark corner, rope pulling on ya
Tried to escape
Head shots left your ass a goner

We coming for blood, in the name of Allah
We coming for blood
And we ain't playing with y'all
We coming for blood, we destroy and rebuild
We coming for blood, if you ain't loyal
You killed

I'm ready to blackout
Crippler cross-face tap-out
Coming through the fucking door
With the gats out
Let the blood rain down and drip on your skin
Let the slug hit your crown
And rip from your limbs
I'm the illest fucking rapper alive
Give me sixteen shots
I can crack you in five i have to survive
Have to get my money and shine
Have to get everything that I
Used to promise my mom i got to do it for
Everyone that I promised something
For everyone who thought I wouldn't
Be alive or something
Come on money, that's some cold shit
Wishing me dead
So I'm beating they mid-section till
They pissing in red