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Artist: Jedi Mind Tricks f/ Canibus
Album:  Visions of Gandhi
Song:   Tibetan Black Magicians
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Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus
I grab Mics bust the raw
Take flight adjust the Yaw
Break your bicuspid with your own jaw
Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born
Technically you donít even exist, God
A flick of the wrist, youíll be gone
Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm
Iím an enigma I rip bars
Or burn your star with 5 points
Plus the mic I ripped thus far
I stomp on ya forehead
Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange
And eat the carnage
My God that sounds horrid, eating MCís
Is like eating garbage they make me vomit
Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face
Anthropomorph, illogically speaking Iím out of ya league
Who can match the Bident with my top speed
Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt
Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era
Sentences go through re-synthesis
I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis
Without Rockefeller membership
Donít be an optimist and try to rock with Bis
You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus

[Vinnie Paz]
Every rapper better fear me
Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast
And yaíll steady screaming for war but want peace
You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks
Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash
You canít overstand the mathematics
How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic
Tibetan Black Magic, Iím a warlord
Iíll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard
Iím a born lord, I was baptised
To see the universal through a cats eyes
Here come the black skies;
Itís all darkness
I breathe life into Jesus Christís carcass!


Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya
Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up
Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?
I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!
Peel you off till you drop on the floor
Drag you to the manifold,
Make you put your mouth around the exhaust
Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough
I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off
Iím in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father
Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster
Iíll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers
And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers
Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars
Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
Whether enemies exchange negative energy
But you canít forgive and forget with an elephant memory
Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who
But lets keep that between me and you!
Me and JMT,
Rippers thatíll rip your ass
I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!!

[Vinnie Paz]
I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust
Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush
Nothings above us, yaíll better back off
Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth
We busting Gats off
Itís a clean kill
It doesnít seem real when your spleen spill
So listen to what im spittin at yíall
La illaha, il Allah il Allah
Come on yíall your getting hit in the chest
Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best
Ripping the rest
And all yaíll seek is ashes
I love reading Koran in pitch blackness
I love reading the psalms to bitch actors
I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!