Jedi Mind Tricks Follow

(I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left)

You roll and flow and spark
A bunch of animals like Noah's Arc
A rap that's so ill my flow just stole Jehovah's heart
My fist'll break a fuckin' boulder in half
When I was young I'd smack a stick off of your shoulder and laugh
I've chosen a path, spoke on my emotional past
Spoke on everything from war to how the ocean is vast
My flow is too fast, you can't contend with me there
Or it's gonna be a massacre, Tienanmen Square
My pen is prepared, and so the guns and the swords
And death the only thing you get for fuckin' with lords
It's stuck in some walls, but Vinnie fought his way out
The double jab, right cross, what they caught in they mouth
I'm callin' 'em out, anyone who fuck with my fam'
Thinkin' that they got away and they was lucky and BLAM
Buck 'em and scram, don't use the shottie no more
They didn't think that Vinnie P. was catchin' bodies no more

(So who the next to get it?)
(You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God)
(I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left)
(And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it)

Yeah
This is death and doom, my occupation puttin' flesh in tombs
Whether or not you shot the aggression looms
I'm the one that speak the language of fate
I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate
My banger is great, it split the top of your dome
Like the book of Revelation spoke of prophets and Rome
I'm locked in a throne, whether you like it or not
'Cause I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot
I'm nice with the glock, nicer with the semi's and tech's
But I'm nicest when I'm clappin' at my enemies necks
They tend to regret ever sendin' me threats
'Cause they know the only thing that they can send me is cheques

(So who the next to get it?)
(You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God)
(I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left)
(And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it)

I'm like Mark David Chapman with a Salinger book
Stalk my enemy and let the fuckin' silencer cook
It's down in the book that my competitors ain't really ready
The way my four pound turn your stomach to spaghetti
It's the Serengeti, because it's hot here
The way the polizia set it on the block here
They pushin' rocks here, in the dead of night
I take my glock and I point God, like bread and knife
You fuckin' men or mice? You shouldn't answer that
If my father was still alive he wouldn't stand for that
He wouldn't stand for how you act like a bitch
Wouldn't stand for anybody who a rat or a snitch
I'm back in this bitch, we was gone for a while
'Til a shorty told me that he heard my song and he smiled
I'm strong but I'm wild, they say I drink too much
The only problem that I have is that I think too much
Pussy

(You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God)