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Jedi Mind Tricks

On The Eve Of War (Julio César Chávez Mix)

 

On The Eve Of War (Julio César Chávez Mix)

(album: Legacy Of Blood - 2004)


[Vinnie Paz:]
Yeah... Vinnie Paz, baby
Yeah... yeah... yeah
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 four four banger
We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya
I play homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace

And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers
I'm with Allah justice, and we raw gritty
Picture hell, Illadel' 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 y'all more purposeless than a pacifist king
You gon' 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 try'na aim flame at us
So I don't mind when the pig brain splatters
I don't mind, that we all gon' die soon
I return to the silence of God's tomb

[GZA:]
There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed
There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't believe it
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time
We ask you to please rise (you'll never quit
No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit)

Imagine a rhyme in it's prime, from off the baselines
Skyscraper verticals, support the hang time
Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime
Trace back to a few, from out a group of nine
Who performed well, regardless to the price of the tickets

Off or onstage, whatever, still kick it
With the footwork, of Freddie Adu, it's all new
Now the rap commissioners, they wanna clone my shoe
But the road's narrow, and it's difficult to climb
With the heat, the wind and the fallen rocks combined
It's hard to stay in line, the course is an obstacle
Within each chamber, the force is unstoppable
Lyrical swordsman, blades sharp, I cut out your heart
M.C.'s want no part, in any type of conflict
Because then I respond quick, it gets thick
The problem goes beyond sick

There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed
There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed
There's no escaping, once my blade starts scraping
My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed
Wannabe MC's is shaking
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed

[Vinnie Paz:]
(Wearing red trunks with silver trim, fighting outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
This is how we do (His game is tight, and there's nothing to do)
Pazmanian Devil, Frank Vinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang
What's the deal, baby? GZA/Genius, Stoupe on the track, yeah
My man Stoupe 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 of displeasure from Allah
And his abode in Hell, and it is an evil destination...)

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