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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks f/ Tragedy Khadafi 
Album:  Violent By Design
Song:   Genghis Khan
Typed by: anoopk@seas.upenn.edu, hiphophead@tampabay.rr.com

[Tragedy Khadafi]
You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo
You know what I mean?
The God Jus Allah

[Jus Allah]
Megatron is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash
I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash
You smash when you bash with the clashing ox
Saw you in half without a fucking magical box
Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock
I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked
Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen
We ill marines with hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's will, harboring the skill
Caught up in the real
Don't give me cause to kill
Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes
If I had to follow the moon across the globe
With the staff and white robe, I still hold metal
Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals

Chorus:
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice

[Ikon the Hologram]
Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice

[Tragedy Khadafi]
We smash mics, and blast too precise

[Ikon the Hologram]
Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights

Yo, I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Any motherfucker that front, is left backless
Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes
Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is
It's Black Sabbath
Put a slug in his grill
'Cause Jedi Mind two five thugging for real
You ever think there might be trouble then peal
'Cause a motherfucker like me dumping to kill
Y'all better pass the mic 'cause Vince ill
Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields
I don't know how many kids my flow harm
My gun control leave y'all with no arms
Y'all ever smell the stench of dead bodies?
Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi
Five Nine, turn it up, man stop me
Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby

[Chorus]

[Tragedy Khadafi]
I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heaters
On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia
Only thug guerillas will react to this
The laws try to destroy black activists
Half of y'all is performers and actresses
I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses
Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted
I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it
I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on
Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off
Or popped off, and y'all thugs is soft
That's why you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off
Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern
I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon
Maki, believe me it do ring bells
If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell
I'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell
Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail

[Chorus]