Séance Of Shamans - Jedi Mind Tricks, Outerspace, Doap Nixon

Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive

It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it

I cause more scare than Godzilla

Made the church people on your block wanna move out

Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive

It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it

My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages

Made the church people on your block wanna move out

Every rhyme I write is 25 to Life

Every rhyme you write don’t even deserve a mic

Crossing international borders with a bomb threat

You motherfuckers haven’t even left your block yet

You’re a bitch, you’re a ho, here’s a prom dress

You wanna try to box with God it’s no contest

So keep on thinking this shit is sweet

I’mma start a sandstorm and put you under the Middle East

You got it fucked up homie, I’ve been a beast

Reptilian tongue and my skin is deep

Rumor has it they say I’m thrown off

Until their limbs is everywhere, wigs is blown off

Is that the cast of a death mass?

Is that water in a red glass?

Why, I’d thought you’d never ask, it’s as legend has

There’s a method to the mad, it’s direct and fast

Disconnected from the guest it’s a second-class

I have left a trail of debt, checks in the mail

Heads or tails, death prevails, never fails

I will never get derailed, that tip is stale

I will never get to hell, that ship has sailed

I’m refined, mastermind after cash and kind

Hand me gunshot pantomime, axe to grind

Pass into the sublime have a laxing time

Have a glass of wine, have your last act of kind

Everything they say is irrelevant

I’m an element of rap that defines pure elegance

Elevating my residence, bigging them up

I’m in the hood rocking JMT shit in the truck

Not I Against I because I don’t sleep on my stomach

I rock Heavy Metal Kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch

You’re talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering

I lift the cannon and wait for the bazooka to swallow them

I’mma do this regardless of them, I’m the original

Dirty rotten scoundrel surrounding your pinnacle

Block the perimeter, I’ll hit you with the fadeaway

Got a bullet with your name on it for a rainy day

So many days, so many nights

So much money got fucked up, so many fights

So many niggas got knuckled down for no reason

So many cowards got guns but don’t squeeze them

Yeah, that’s just the way it is

I finally got a whiz that’s ready to bless the sun with a hundred kids

So I can fall back, Ralph Lauren straw hat

Sour Diesel already showed you I’m all that

I won’t stop trying to ride on you assholes

First week sales donated to Daschel

You think I’m bugging right?

But it’s these zeros in my bank account

That got me saying «Nigga, floss it right»

My brain’s vast as the sky is

My heart doesn’t know what die is

Pyromaniac rap, Vinnie starts fires

Only an ignorant thought ignored Osiris

And that’s why the enemy lost and caught virus

Where I’m from Gods, Earths, 85ers

Y’all ain’t got heat underneath it’s all wires

I’m on some Samhain shit with bonfires

My whole team animal thug and born liars

You ain’t aware of what any the 12 Tribes is

You’re a devil who tell the enemy where God is