Jedi Mind Tricks, Virtuoso, T-Ruckus - Beatdown lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Virtuoso, T-Ruckus - Beatdown lyrics]
Yo, I be attestin' bad you soon
Discover I'm the best around
Virtuoso omnipotent medulla rule
The extra crowds
Step in battles weapon rals give
Ya chest a pound
'til ya breast is ground meat
Pharaohs Army sound fleet
Snatch ahold of half ya soul make a casserole
Crack a pole on ya back and
Roll you in the blackest hole
The winter brewed
Enter nude Amazonian jungle warfare
Silver back guerilla I'm covered
In more hair
Than four chairs in a barber shop
Vocals hard as rocks and the beat's on smash
Make ya veto, jigga weak foe
Cause my machete unique flow bitch
I beat yo ass
I got the keenest sense of hearing
Yeah sharp as Spock's
Sound as when carver chop
Galaxies and stars'll drop
You know Virt, run with ogres who throw dirt
Stomp ya ass 'til ya
Bones squirt like Gogurt
Aiyyo Ruck's extreme pervert
I'm undercover covert
You need to put in work
And get ya games out my face
Let the flames in the place
You fuck with Ruck's a fatal move
You stand in disgrace yo
My brain's in outerspace taste the toxic
Improved reflexes like shadowboxin'
Sternum crack
Extreme force applied to ya back
Pick ya torture that's the rack
I'll scorch ya with the lips
And word style I clash like
Niggas with full clips
Guerilla war I killed ya core
Atilla the Hun don't want none
I'll bash your fuckin' head into the floor
Spittin' shots through ya door
And kick that bitch down from the bowel
Where Ruck throws the mic to the ground
In discussin' Ruck you trust, word to us
You spittin' the shit we flush time to bust
And crack the earth's crust with one thrust
Nasty as shit, toxic the hazardous, analyst
"I got it locked from the
2-1 pound to beantown"
From Philly to Boston we tossin'
Cats to the ground
"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"
Virtuoso, T-Ruckus, Jedi Mind for the crown
"I got it locked from the
2-1 pound to beantown"
We cats that speak growls to
Blast ya weak sound
"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"
Big Virt, Ruckus, Jedi bring the beatdown
Prepare for the blitzkrieg
Ya wrist bleed into six seas
Ya veinless, my stainless will split trees
The fist need to smash through the brain
Soul of the tyrant is cast into the flame
You'll come to learn that
My flesh is unslashable
You damn coward ya man power
Is laughable ya chest blastable
The chaplain'll smash you in
The adam's apple
For not doin' what's asked of you
That's the last of you, I'm a sick bastard
I spit gases and split rappers wid pick axes
From Illadelph Shambala to Los Angeles
Rappers are mummified from the number
Of bandages that I inflicted
With guillotine swiftness
We mean vicious and fiends can
Get they spleen shifted
Jus Allah and Vinnie Paz
Leave ya flags raised at half mast
Niggas walk with less pride than fags have
The wrath, leavin' you tied and gagged
Then we drop more shells than pregnant crabs
The Glock make niggas bow down in hell
You opened immediate, like priority mail
That's my dog and I clean up after his tail
So the evidence can't pin the god in jail
Leavin' you pale
Buried in an underground cell
While your family still hopin'
You alive and well call the Reaper
Tell him I got lives for sale
I'm paid for each nigga I supply to hell
I can tell y'all can provide work for me
Just like Hercules versus Freddy Mercury
Virtuoso pass the blunt
And let Megatron smoke these
Trees down to stumps
Discover I'm the best around
Virtuoso omnipotent medulla rule
The extra crowds
Step in battles weapon rals give
Ya chest a pound
'til ya breast is ground meat
Pharaohs Army sound fleet
Snatch ahold of half ya soul make a casserole
Crack a pole on ya back and
Roll you in the blackest hole
The winter brewed
Enter nude Amazonian jungle warfare
Silver back guerilla I'm covered
In more hair
Than four chairs in a barber shop
Vocals hard as rocks and the beat's on smash
Make ya veto, jigga weak foe
Cause my machete unique flow bitch
I beat yo ass
I got the keenest sense of hearing
Yeah sharp as Spock's
Sound as when carver chop
Galaxies and stars'll drop
You know Virt, run with ogres who throw dirt
Stomp ya ass 'til ya
Bones squirt like Gogurt
Aiyyo Ruck's extreme pervert
I'm undercover covert
You need to put in work
And get ya games out my face
Let the flames in the place
You fuck with Ruck's a fatal move
You stand in disgrace yo
My brain's in outerspace taste the toxic
Improved reflexes like shadowboxin'
Sternum crack
Extreme force applied to ya back
Pick ya torture that's the rack
I'll scorch ya with the lips
And word style I clash like
Niggas with full clips
Guerilla war I killed ya core
Atilla the Hun don't want none
I'll bash your fuckin' head into the floor
Spittin' shots through ya door
And kick that bitch down from the bowel
Where Ruck throws the mic to the ground
In discussin' Ruck you trust, word to us
You spittin' the shit we flush time to bust
And crack the earth's crust with one thrust
Nasty as shit, toxic the hazardous, analyst
"I got it locked from the
2-1 pound to beantown"
From Philly to Boston we tossin'
Cats to the ground
"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"
Virtuoso, T-Ruckus, Jedi Mind for the crown
"I got it locked from the
2-1 pound to beantown"
We cats that speak growls to
Blast ya weak sound
"Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown"
Big Virt, Ruckus, Jedi bring the beatdown
Prepare for the blitzkrieg
Ya wrist bleed into six seas
Ya veinless, my stainless will split trees
The fist need to smash through the brain
Soul of the tyrant is cast into the flame
You'll come to learn that
My flesh is unslashable
You damn coward ya man power
Is laughable ya chest blastable
The chaplain'll smash you in
The adam's apple
For not doin' what's asked of you
That's the last of you, I'm a sick bastard
I spit gases and split rappers wid pick axes
From Illadelph Shambala to Los Angeles
Rappers are mummified from the number
Of bandages that I inflicted
With guillotine swiftness
We mean vicious and fiends can
Get they spleen shifted
Jus Allah and Vinnie Paz
Leave ya flags raised at half mast
Niggas walk with less pride than fags have
The wrath, leavin' you tied and gagged
Then we drop more shells than pregnant crabs
The Glock make niggas bow down in hell
You opened immediate, like priority mail
That's my dog and I clean up after his tail
So the evidence can't pin the god in jail
Leavin' you pale
Buried in an underground cell
While your family still hopin'
You alive and well call the Reaper
Tell him I got lives for sale
I'm paid for each nigga I supply to hell
I can tell y'all can provide work for me
Just like Hercules versus Freddy Mercury
Virtuoso pass the blunt
And let Megatron smoke these
Trees down to stumps