Jedi Mind Tricks — The Age of Sacred Terror clean

Jedi Mind Tricks, Legacy of Blood Nothing but dirt out here Philly, baby, this ain't a game baby It's a war out here [Verse 1] I'll make you bleed with knives, I was born with all seeing eyes I can snatch a rapper heart before he even dies The caveman still believe in lies You don't want no blood or no beef like you was Vegan Reich Put you in a grave and put a hole in your heart Destroy everything you know and you thought Destroy everything in Babylon, you making fake rap I hate that because you babble on All you kids are pawns, I'm a hate monger That's the reason why you're talking to the Jake longer But the snakes on you, let you die there Who gave you the impression that I care? I could thrive here, but I choose to die A steady diet of booze, liqueur and lies [Verse 2] It's the age of the sacred terror A communist revolutionary Che Guevara Take your cheddar and everything that you care for Murder everybody, that's what they was there for And there for you getting wet from the heat Take the food from your plate, I ain't letting you eat Ain't letting you do nothing that I don't want you to You a crumb and that's why I like to torture you I don't care about anybody except me Until my made-man Mafia is set free You're waiting for the revolution to start But you ain't on the front lines taking two in the heart Elusive and smart, that's why I hide from the feds Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads Five corpses, five state troopers dead Licking shots at they face till the Ruger's red [Verse 3] If you serve God for money, you serve the devil Claim to be in the war but never heard the metal You never even been in combat Never even felt the sweet love of a warm gat I'm in another place, you can stand in front of your fam But I'm shooting right through your mother's face I got knuckle game, but I don't use that This ain't a fair one, where the deuce-deuce at? Where the Nitrous Oxide and balloons at? Where my reefer-smoking Uncle Howie goons at? This for everybody holding hammers If your coming to our show then you go bananas You're holding banners in support of Mumia-Jamal Running up on you kids with the heaters and all I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for The reason why I'm drinking all Goose and beer for