Jedi Mind Tricks Album

{movie clip}

beware of the beast man.
for he is the devils pawn.
alone among gods primates.
he kills for sport,or lust,or greed.
yay he will murder his brother to posses his brothers land.
let him not breed in great numbers,
for he will make a desert of his home,and yours.
shun him, drive him back into his jungle lair.
for he is the harbinger of death.

Yeah, yeah baby yeah, Jedi mind tricks, legacy of blood
Nothing but dirt out here, fucking Philly baby, yeah
It aint a game baby, its fucking war out here

I'll make you bleed with knives, I was born with all seeing eyes
I can snatch a rappers heart before he even dies
The cave man still believe in lies
you don't want no blood or no beef like you were vegan rhymes
You like to sleep with guys, you a gay maggot
Listening to fucking B2K faggot, go to raves faggot
Put a hole in your heart, destroy everything you know and you thought
Destroy everything in Babylon, you fucking fake rap
I hate rap cause you babble on, you fucking fags are gone
I'm a hate monger, that's the reason that your talking to the jake longer
But the snakes on ya, let you die there
and who gave you the fucking impression that I care
I can thrive here, but I choose to die
On a fucking steady diet of booze and lies

(chorus)

Yea, it's the age of the sacred terror,
A communist revolutionary Che Guevera, take your cheddar,
Take 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, 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 fuck with you
I don't care about anybody except me, until my main man Mafia is set free
Your waiting for the revolution to start
but you aint on the front lines taking 2 in the heart, ellusively smart
that's why I hide from the feds., Jason Vorhies style, 5-7 heads
5 corpses, 5 state troopers dead
liquor shots to their face till the Rugers red

(chorus)

If you serve god for money you serve the devil
Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal
Yea, never even been in combat
never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat
I'm on another plane, you can stand in front of your fam.
But I'm shooting right through your mothers frame
I got knuckle game, but I don't use that, fuck a fair one where the 2 2's at
Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at
where my mother fucking knuckle Howie's goons at
This for everybody holding hammers
if your coming to our show then you go bananas, and holding banners
In Support of Mumia-Jamal
running up on you pigs with the heaters and all
I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for
The reason why I'm drinking all the fucking beer for

(Chorus)

(movie quote: The Addiction)
I finally understand what all this is
How it was all possible
Now I see, good Lord, how we must look from out there
Our addiction is evil

Vinne Paz:
My brain's on another level than yours
you can only comprehend half of what my memory stores
I only walk through the heavenly doors
And never try to see the penitentiary walls
I walk barefoot on the equator
With the mental acumen of Bob Lazar
My frame can't be explored by your radar
My name can't be absorbed in God's quasar
so why try stay around this hell
twelve thou'
from all the twelve tribes of Israel
They call me Ishmael
lord of the seas
i take your life quick
gone in the fuckin breeze
you don't deserve to breathe
your brain thoughtless
while i remain in the same spain fortress
But pain's gorgeous
and love is torture
And anyone who tell you different is a martyr


I'm from the pits of hell
Escapin from an Egyptian cell
I dedicate this
to the saints that
to envision jail
you fuckin kids are frail
And we're the purest form
and the biology of magic is a gorgeous psalm
My deepest thoughts are strong
and I'm unbreakable
you wanna overstand
you're humanly incapable
My appetite for blood is gruesomely insatiable
And I'm a righteous thug that's brutally defacin you
and you don't want no war
it ain't a game daddy
i spit a bunch of slugs into you fuckin frame daddy
you just a fuckin crumb
my click is hustlin dumb
i spit a rap at you to liquefy your guts and lungs
but the devil made me do that
fightin for the rights of Islam
armed with two gats
but y'all knew that
we was comin for blood
and your body the perfect specimen to put in the mud

(Movie quote)
were not evil because of the evil we do
we do evil because we are evil

I civilize the savages
while you support gay marriages
evil demons and the jesus of the nazareth
i keep my blade more sharper than a cactus is
I keep grenades in my parka for the pacifists
And you can't lie to God cousin
And you cant lie to the great master fard cousin
It's a facade cousin
They wan't to lie to you
They want to tell you that the governments reliable
They wan't to tell you that islam is dangerous
When everybody know the christians are to blame for this
Cause it's the truth deal with it
But you complain every time i'm real with it
I'm bout to kill critics
and them take 'em to war
and teach em how to put they love and they faith in allah
Or I'm breakin they jaw
Or i take 'em to burn
Cause thats the only fuckin way that the pagans will learn

[No lyrics]

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, I built with Alexander the Great
He told the Persians they should stay gone
Then he told me about the Oracle of Amon
He gave me no clue where it is
Men feared time, yet time fear the pyramids
He gave me more jewels, he told me that
Amenhotep was immortal, I can't overstand hieroglyph
So I called Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it
I walked through the Valley of the Kings
With a white robe, white rose and what I will brings
And your whole team Judas, my road thin, gold skin like Zeus's
I speak the dialog of the dead, I practiced the same war tactics
In King Arthur's head, so let the swordsmen kill the beast
It's a Legacy of Blood, with Vinnie Paz and Killah Priest

[Hook: Stoupe cuts up samples]
"The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this
Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness" - CL Smooth "Sun Won't Come Out"
"Elements burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the dirt so hold the mic up first" -- Eric B. and Rakim, "Heat it Up"
"Put Your rhymes, your rhymes, rhymes on the altar
Burn them as a sacrifice"

[Killah Priest]
I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels
Red ink from saint blood, nigga, you ain't thug
Stare into the face of a king's mug
Crush grape, feel the wine jug, ill thoughts
Build from the mind of rhyme, rolls off the tongue like fine rugs
Let me walk you through this, for the clueless
I'm Shakespeare'ing, with grey earrings
Speak like Tiberius, write novels
Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah
And half owl, I took the path of Cairo
Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel
Now im known as the Dead Street Apostle
See dem feds, shoot them hollows
Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo
Stars in alignment, Priest meet with Jedi Mind Tricks
Reach them climates, where you can't breathe
Stay high off that dead weed, in the mind is where I plant seeds
To grow fruit, of kings so brute, of army troops
Mighty men in celestial suits
You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost
Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup
Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one scoop, it's Priesthood

[Chorus: Stouple cuts up samples]
"Straight up, we serve justice
So if you can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is" -
Smif-N-Wessun
"Put your rhymes on the altar
Burn them as a sacrifice"
"Elements burst and gave birth to the first
Get the pen from the dirt so hold the mic up first" -- Eric B. and Rakim, "Heat it Up"
"The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter
Burn him as a sacrifice"

[Vinnie Paz]
I studied element 1-15, with the Elohim
Saw the Canaanites, Sumerians, and the Philistines
This is street gospel, if you don't believe
In life on Mars, that mean the beast got you
You don't wanna see me and Killah Priest hostile
You don't wanna see, desert eag' heat pop you
This is Mothman Prophecy, walk back
To the sand of Iraq, and let the prophet breath
We turned all our water into toxic seas
And walk on water with armor that I copped in Greece
Then I shot the beast with a long arrow
Studied Imhotep to be a strong Pharoah
It's a war when the Gods spit
It's Allah, when I split the icebergs, in the Arctic
I don't care what the cause is
And I'mma ride for my fam, no matter what the cost is

[Outro: Vinnie Paz *Stoupe cuts samples to end*]
Yeah, Vinnie Paz, Killah Priest, yea
Priesthood, Maccabeez, yeah, Army of Pharoah
Aight? Yeah

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber
If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger
Heavy metal rap, with a 44 banger
We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya
I pay homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace
And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers
I'm with the Lord-Justice, and we raw gritty
Picture hell, Philadel to New York City
I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring
And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming
And ya'll are more purposeless than a pacifist king
You gonna die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing
It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics
Genuine brilliance or innate madness
Yeah, we all spin on the same axis
And this chrome thing here leave your frame backless
The police always trying to aim flame at us
So I don't mind when a pig brain splatters
I don't mind that we all gonna die soon
I return to the silence of God's tomb
Yeaaaah

[Hook - GZA] x2
There is no escaping once my blade start scraping
my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed
Wanabe MC's is shaken
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed

[Boxing Commentators - not very clear]
"I don't believe what I'm seeing, i don't believe it"
"Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we have..."
"You'll never quit, no one will ever get it, there's no thing quit..."

[Verse 2 - GZA]
Imagine a rhyme in it's prime, from off the baseline
Skyscraper vertical, support the hang time
Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime trace back to a few from outta group of nine
Who perform well regardless to the price of the tickets
Off or on stage, whatever,
Still kick it, with the footwork of Fredy Adu
It's all new, now the rap commissioners they wanna clone my shoe
With the rose now, and its difficult to climb
With the heat and wind and fallen rocks combined
It's hard to stay alined the course is an obstacle
Within each chamber the force it unstoppable
Lyrical swordsman blaze sharp, I'll cut out your heart
MC's want no part of any type of conflict
Be cuz when i respond quick, it gets thick
The problem goes beyond sick

[Hook - GZA] x2
There is no escaping once my blade start scraping
my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed
Wanabe MC's is shaken
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed

[Outro - Vinnie Paz]
Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang
What's the deal baby?
GZA Genius
Stoupe on the track
My man Soop on the boards
Those who dare oppose us shall stand, knee deep in the blood of their children
Is that he who follows the pleasure of Allah
Like him who has made himself deserving the displeasure from Allah
And his abode and hell, and it is an evil destination...

Boy:
"Bless me Father for i have sinned,
(Latin)
Father: Thats the one
Do you realize what youve said?
It was only once father
Do you know what the fifth is?
The fifth is that if you dont say anything its not incriminating
The fifth commandment!
Thou shalt not kill
Thats right, Now I want you to tell me what happened.
no father, i'm not tellin nobody nothin
Dont be afraid my son, nobody's more powerful than god
I dont know about that father, your guys bigger than my guy up there. my guys bigger that your guy down here.
you got a point, five our fathers and five hail marys for penance

[Verse One: Vinnie Paz]
Don't be scared be prepared for the worst
Before I let a whole round of shots burst
You the opening act so rock first
Trust me, multiple shots from glocks hurt
And I think there's been enough said
Cause your body's gonna leak like a mothafuckin dust-head
But I love to see the blood red
And you pussy clout rappers can't sleep till a thug's dead
But I don't plan to die
Until it's my time
Soldiers keep playa hatin from the sideline
It's divine rhyme
Jedi Mind time
It's rap cyanide
Study the guidelines
Yeah on my last few twelve inches
Walk around with a long knife twelve inches
That's real sharp for cutting ya skin
Tie you up make you watch while I'm fuckin' ya kin

("Don't get scared just be prepared for the worst" *scratched 4X*)

[Verse Two]
Yeah, yeah
I have an iron force
Robbin' you on the iron horse
I'm a lion that's relyin' on the Mayan's thoughts
I'm spittin' iron darts
Until there's more dead
Then I'm seeing triple sixes on your forehead
I don't wanna die anymore
I don't wanna cry anymore
Wanna lie anymore
I just want y'all to be dead
I just wanna get rid of all these sick thoughts in my head
I stay ready on the front line ("Anybody wants mine, that's when it's lunchtime")
And I'm a threat to the whole land
Man fear God
But God fear no man
That's the mothafuckin program
I could feel snakes just from handshakes from a cold hand
Time waits for no man
And that's word bond
Throw 'em in a ditch
Bury 'em the herb gone

("Don't get scared just be prepared for the worst" *scratched 4X*)

[Verse Three: Vinnie Paz]
This is war rap similar to Jacob's ladder
Walk around like Thor with a sacred hammer
Yeah, you don't really want the guns out
We some vampire mo'fuckas
Burn when the sun's out
Y'all are traveling the bum route
Talkin bout whips standin on the strip with your thumbs out
But that ain't me
I don't care about a whip
Y'all are fake money just another counterfeit
While y'all are on the block thinkin bout your pipe dreams
I'm Slick Rick style thinkin how my ice gleams
Thinkin how I'm gonna make this money
Take a visit to the Bing and embrace my dunny
I guess this is just God's plan
Beware of the beast undercover in the marked van
If you a smart man
Use your voice to sing
Cause that's the only fucking way to avoid the Bing!

("Don't get scared just be prepared for the worst" *scratched 4X*)

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Yeah!
Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm
That's the word passed down from the Emonh
It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong
It's only measure, the time, the God's eons
So I suggest you follow Allah way
Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle's of raw way
That's what the Lord say, you ain't ready for that
You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that
And nobody wanna be there
They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare
Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rockin' ya fam
And fight against the army with a rock in my hand
A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts
And change ya entire theories of God by spittin' two darts
But I just wanna people to build
And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed?

[Hook 2x - Vinnie Paz and Des Devious]
We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah)
We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll)
We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed)

[Verse 2 - Des Devious]
I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit
My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits
Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist
Send the block, ya body's grindin' you, and to the abyss
But that's some, sick shit, I only do when I trip
Or when I'm, til them motherfuckers runnin' they lip
That's when I, start the procedure, of body beatin' you into a seizure
Your crew is standing there staring lookin' like non believers
I felt 'em standing and staring that's when I pulled the heater
My ratchet cookin' these faggots, I make 'em all see the
Fact of the matter is, the cue don't back down
This ain't no slap down, you gettin' clapped clown
So don't be runnin' around, talkin' all this and that
That's female shit, type of shit that get you trapped
Into a dark corner, rope pullin' on ya
Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner

[Hook 2x - Vinnie Paz and Des Devious]
We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah)
We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll)
We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed)

[Verse 3 - Vinnie Paz]
I'm ready to blackout, cripple cross-face tap out
Coming through the fucking door with the gats out
Let the blood rain down and drip on ya skin
Let the slugs hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs
I'm the illest fucking rapper alive
Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in 5
I have to survive, have to get my money and shine
Have to get everything that I used to promise my mum
I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something
For everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something
C'mon money, that's some cold shit wishing me dead
So I beat in they mid-section till they pissing in red

[Hook 1x - Vinnie Paz and Des Devious]
We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah)
We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll)
We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild)
We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed)

[Sean Price]
Yes, just infest, the best is I
Leave you, stretched on the sket, in Bedford-Stuy
With a, lead to eject, but I bet it's I
Did that, like a rat, you testify
Niggaz like what's the matter with Sean?
I'm like nothing, just thinkin' of a verse
That can shatter the song, foreign bitches
Know the stamina strong, 20 g's for the pictures
Stay in the country, so I married the mob
Don, thirty-two, but the game is 12
And the fifth for these funny niggaz; Dave Chappelle
When Run-DMC was fuckin' Raising Hell
I was on the run from d's, these raised in hell
Kinda broke, couldn't raise the bell
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well
With rap, you can sing such amazing tales, nigga
Ya'll niggaz bust my web, heat pop
Niggaz cut ya dreads, cuz ya'll scared
Rockin' and rollin', guns and roses
Pockets is swollen, son is holding
Sean P, I'm the master of ceremony
That's blastin' at every phony ass rapper that ever know me
Niggaz act like they ready for war
Get slapped with the tool, wake up bitch, get ready for school, one

[Chorus 2X: Vinnie Paz]
We in this game for the money and the long life
Whether we battle with the gats or it's all mics
We can rumble with the bats or the long pipes
Vinnie Paz, it's a wrap, with Sean Price

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm more powerful than Gargamel, guard ya grill
And you'll be starved and killed
It's hard to build, when God revel
That you eat lard for meals
So as the saga builds, we need raw shit
We need EPMD to drop more shit
The hardcore shit, bang out, bust a gat
The '84 shit, how they now hustle crackc
We build and we destroy until the sun rock
Until we hear the sounds of the last gun shot
But I'mma ride until the wheels falls off
Til the high in these last few pills wear off
You failed with frost, pussy rap, filled and crossed
Sellin' bags of that raw shit filled with salt
I kill ya thoughts, with a nine MA eagle
Make me sick to my stomach, like ya'll gay people
I'mma slay evil, that's what Allah likes
Vinnie Paz, Jedi Mind Tricks, Sean Price

[Chorus 2X]

[No lyrics]

[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
yeah
You frontin' style to me
it's war when the beat drop
just anotha mothafucka gonna see Pac
you the type that'll run when the heat pop
the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops
but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at they crown
show up the next day at they wake with a frown
yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow
have my man Stoupe'll blast through the window
foul when I was young but I survived karma
drop bombs like a b-25 on ya
yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches
just keep my seat warm on the benches
I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's
and study classical verses by *Big L*
we came up in the game at the same time
and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme

yeah, yeah, uh huh

(break: when I touch the microphone I usually rock it...soldiers don't like it? Then you're psychotic...it's on to the death til' we settle the score)

I'm a mothafuckin' baboon
hit you with thirty seven stab wounds
bury your body deep in earth inside a black tomb
you scared of the rain, you fear weather
I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror
I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on
y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone
won't stop till you dead in hell
Vinnie Paz, mega-child daddy (eh-grendel?)
was bred to fail, yeah, because the beast in all of us
I was rockin' Diadoras while you was eatin' porridge
I was listenin' to the *Hilltop Hustlers*
while you was duckin from sounds of popped mufflers
you was playin' little games with your fathers
I was robbin' mothafuckas for they Starters*
you a novice, and I'm a old vet
and I was there when the heavens and the globe met

break

yeah

we ain't safe if the bomb exists
so I side with the Vietnamese communists
if you wit me mothafucka raise your arm and fist
and we can bust a fuckin' cap and see if God exists
I scarred your wrists, with a poisonous rusty razor
if its Jedi Mind Tricks then it must be flavour
and it ain't safe no more
ain't safe in the mothafuckin' place no more
get laced in your upper-body, face and jaw
you the type of fagget we ain't got the patience for
we break the law, while we pay our respects to Allah
but if it's beef then we be sprayin' your neck with a four
I love to hear the sound of a corpse drop
so protect your fuckin' neck like a cough drop
I let the four shot, from different latitudes
so keep it movin' like a bitch that got an attitude

[No lyrics]

Yeah
Jedi mind baby

[Vinnie Paz]
Junkyard Dog, real dirty and mean
Take your face off cousin, I'm a surgery fiend
The type of cat that would rather just be heard then be seen
Hold a gat, at the end of it its a burgundy beam
We serving the fiends, with a dose of the uncut
And when there's beef with the heat they don't want what
You just waiting for the bomb to reign
put your body in the whole like Saddam Hussein
So guard your frame when the .45 shells drop
Cause it's dark and it's hot like in hell hot
Vinnie Paz on some other shit
I like my gat chrome, back bone and a rubber grip
Licking' shots at the government
With a knife out at the white house right in front of it
That's who you f**king with, I'm a sick monster
Slam dance in the motherf**king pit monster

[Vinnie Paz]
This is for my man Yan

Listen I 'aint gonna play no more
Beat a faggit till he 'aint f**king gay no more
We 'gon stay making hits this is infinite
This is Vinnie Paz world, you just live in it
You just living in my world of doom
Until Jedi Mind decide to build your tomb
I build with goons, build with brother that's hustling leak
And there 'aint nobody that's raw'r then us on the beat
Ain't nobody Raw'r then Paz-man
Cause I can drop a motherf**king bomb on you like the Gap Band
We coming strapped man, its a war cousin
Hit you with the Ric Flair figure four cousin
Barry Windham right hand to your jaw cousin
Road Warriors, Animal and Hawk cousin
Take a walk cousin, 'cause I'm done wit' you
Or you'll be looking down the barrel of a gun or two

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm coming for your head
Like something from the dawn of the dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a bed
Thoughts on a bed from a hallow tip
Chop off your f**king tongue make you swallow it
You the type that got and what's to do diallo hit
The type to make you faggot and be proud of it
Turn it down a bit I can't think daddy
I think I need another motherf**king drink daddy
I think I'll hit the f**king bar with King Size
Whose these motherf**kers dressing in pink guys
You a retard, claims to be street smart
But you the first one to run when the beef start
You f**king sweetheart, you're in the wrong game
Beat your head 'till your dead with a long chain
Jedi Mind Tricks gonna have a long reign
And the opposite of pleasure is all pain

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber
If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger
Heavy metal rap, with a 44 banger
We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya
I pay homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace
And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers
I'm with the Lord-Justice, and we raw gritty
Pits of hell, Illadel' to New York City
I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring
And now we more merciless than a Statue of Ming
And ya'll are more purposeless than a pacifist king
You gonna die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing
It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics
Genuine brilliance or innate madness
Yeah, we all spin on the same axis
And this chrome thing here leave your frame backless
The police always trying to aim flame at us
So I don't mind when a pig brain splatters
I don't mind that we all gonna die soon
I return to the silence of God's tomb
Yeaaaah

[Hook - GZA] x2
There is no escaping once my blade start scraping
my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed
Wanabe MC's is shaken
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed

[Verse 2 - GZA]
Imagine a rhyme in it's prime, from off the baseline
Skyscraper vertical, support the hang time
Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime, traced back to a few from outta group of nine
Who perform well regardless to the price of the tickets
Off or on stage, whatever,
Still kick it, with the footwork of Freddy Adu
It's all new, now the rap commissioners they wanna clone my shoe
With the rose now, and its difficult to climb
With the heat and wind and fallin' rocks combined
It's hard to stay aligned the course is an obstacle
Within each chamber the force it unstoppable
Lyrical swordsman blade sharp, I'll cut out your heart
MC's want no part of any type of conflict
Because when I respond quick, it gets thick
The problem goes beyond sick

[Hook - GZA] x2
There is no escaping once my blade start scraping
my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed
Wanabe MC's is shaken
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed

[No lyrics]

[Vinnie Paz]
I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine
I was working with God when he defined time
I was there when the guns first let off
There when they cut King Charles head off
There when the CIA battled the crack
And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt
Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy
Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy
I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your wisdom
Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison
Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all
And cover your body with stitches like a baseball
I fucking lace y'all with the word of the sword
And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues

[Vinnie Paz]
Fuck ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness
Your propaganda is more wickeder than Lucifer's
Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips
I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips
You fucking goons are sick, and y'all can see that
and y'all are my sons like Ibrahim and Eshak
So lets take a walk through the trifest town
I'm the divine science of the light and the sound
I'm the sublime giant with the right to the crown
I'm the divine tyrant and I'm striking you down
So I teach my kin to attack the beast
For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Maccabees
You wack MC's catch a hook to the head
Cause y'all don't know about the Tibetan book of the dead
You don't know about anything that's important
About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan
About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan's wrath
But I don't fuck with you, you walking down the pagan's path

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen
What makes me smile is another's misfortune
I like to see your body in flames scortchin'
I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
I like to see inside of your main organs
I like to see inside of your veins pourin'
I find beauty in another's pain
I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't fuckin' change
I find serenity in torture
My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author
Its called God Consciousness
Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness
I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at..
I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at

[No lyrics]

(movie quote: The Addiction)
To face what we are in the end,
We stand before the light
And our true nature is revealed.
Self-revelation is annihilation of self.

[Vinnie Paz]
Mommy I dun wanna live no more
I dun think I got nothing else to give no more
its like I lost my passion for life
its like all my actions are trite
I dun feel like I used to about the world
I dun feel like I used to about my girl
I just want to die mommy cuz its to hard
I just want to lie calmly and refute god

[Vinnie Paz]
Ever since daddy died its been pain, mommy
Its like there's something wrong with my brain, mommy
you was always there for me so i love you
I'd die for you and I place no one above you
Tell Lenny and the kids they should stay strong
And when I meet my maker that I'm gonna pray for them
And tell P that ill think he'll be a great father
Tell Young that I think he'll be a great author
Tell Planet that his wife and kids gorgeous
And the same goes for Andy and for Marcus
And tell (King) Syze that I have faith in him
And never let the industry snakes get him

(Movie Quote: The Addiction)
The Entire world's a graveyard (the ending of time)
That's all we are. We're the ones (the ending of time)
Who let the dying know (the ending of time)
The hour has come. (the ending of time)

[Vinnie Paz]
I got a few things more I should say, mommy
I never meant to hurt you in any way, mommy
I never meant to hurt anyone, its gods work
Cuz waking up everyday for me is hard work
And tell June that she was the love of my life
And that I never stopped loving her even in spite
All the things that we went thru together
Thru the highs and lows and bad weather

[Vinnie Paz]
Let Frank know he always made me smile
Tell him back in the days was crazy wild
Tell Stoupe that i always had his back mom
And we was meant to be together on the track mom

[Vinnie Paz]
Tell Chique I consider him a brother
When I die the pain will spit into another
That's just how life goes mom, this is painful
I'll come back to you in dreams as an angel
so don't blame yourself for what happened
cuz you were the best mother that I could fathom
so I'm going into the first place that I can go
I love you, sincerely Vinchenzo...

(Movie Quote: The Addiction)
The Entire world's a graveyard
That's all we are. We're the ones who let the dying know
The hour has come.

[Vinnie Paz](fading out with chorus)
Mommy just tell everyone I love them
know what I'm saying?
tell my man, MaGruff keep holding me down
know what i mean?
Tell them to stay strong
Tell Des Devious to keep doing his thing mommy
Tell Locke to keep his head up things gonna get better
know what I'm saying?
Everything's going to be good for everybody
Its just hard
Its just hard for me
I know this may seem like its the easy way out
But its not
The pain hurt

Tell everyone I love them and I always had their back

Ya, Sincerely yours, ViNNie PaZieNZa
One Love

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

Ya'll ever smell the stench of dead bodies?

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

Animal thugs who bust slugs in the lobby

Fuck George W. Bush and what he stand for

For sendin' my little cousin into the damn war

What the fuck we on somebody else's land for?

Murder inocent people for Uncle Sam's law

Everybody know it's all over oil

It's all for the greed and the money that ain't for you

It's all for the head of the state that ain't loyal

Off with the head of a snake he ain't royal

He gave two billion dollars to the Taliban

And young americans dead before they had a fam

Look, I don't got beef wit a war...

I got beef wit' a war mistreatin' the poor...

I got beef wit' everything that he do

I got beef wit' the lies misleadin' the youth

And I'm about to take the law in my own hands

And I'm about to aim a 4 at a grown man

North, South, we should ride up at night

Black masks, black tape, black gun to his wife

Should we terrorize the city like the summer of Sam?

Or should we kidnap the president's wife without a plan?

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

Anybody move, shake, shiver, quiver, I book

We at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave

And I'm about to run up in this motherfucka then blast

First things first, cousin, how we get in?

We could take the janitor for all they gear and the timbs

We could tell them that we tryin' to raise money for aids

And we could start the onslaught for all they criminal ways

Now that we in here, where the fuck the wife at?

Where my four pound?

Where my fuckin' knife at? My fault it's right here with the spiked bat

We dettin' them raw, nobody can fight back

She prolly' in the room scared to death

She heard gunshots and she knew what's next

Des, kick in the door! If the bitch make a move, dump a clip in the whore!

She ain't movin that bitch took a piss on the floor

And she ain't gettin' nothin' else except a kick in the jaw

Tell her husband we need more money for poor folk

And to respect others like the book that Allah wrote

Nah, nigga, I ain't with that deal

Put a bullet in her head and let him see how it feels

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

Ya'll ever smell the stench of dead bodies?

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan
Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

Animal thugs who bust slugs in the lobby

Anybody move, shake, shiver, quiver, I book
Anybody move, shake, shiver, quiver, I book