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petals\n\nYo, last rites, we fast to blast twice\nJedi Mind 252 we mad nice\nWe smash mics, and blast too precise\nFast 40 days and pray for 40 nights\n\n[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram[\nYo, I'm savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness\nAny motherfucker that front, is left backless\nY'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes\nTrying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is Black Sabbath\nPut a slug in his grill\nBecause Jedi Mind, Two-Five thugging for real\nYou ever think there might be trouble then peel\nBecause a motherfucker like me dumping to kill\nY'all better pass the mic cause Vin's ill\nY'all learn the Facts Of Life from Kim Fields\nI don't know how many kids my flow harmed\nMy gun control leaves y'all with no arms\nY'all ever smell the stench of dead bodies?\nLeft in the path of the Paz and Khadafi\n5'9\", tatted up, mad stocky\nAnimal thug who bust slugs in the lobby\n\nI hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heaters\nOn my way to Philly to fight for Mumia\nOnly thug guerillas will react to this\nThe laws try to destroy black activists\nHalf of y'all is performers and actresses\nI keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses\nShit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted\nI dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it\nI done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off\nWith longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on\nDucking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off\nOr popped off, and y'all thugs is soft\nThat's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\nRed Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern\nI'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon\nMahdi, believe me it do ring bells\nIf you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\nI'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\nHeld niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Genghis Khan\n artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n album: Genghis Khan 12\"\n duration_ms: 206000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You about to witness a 2-5/Jedi Minds 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indicted\n I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it\n I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off\n With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on\n Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off\n Or popped off, and y'all thugs is soft\n That's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\n Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern\n I'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon\n Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells\n If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\n I'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\n Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail\n"},{"id":9782167,"name":"Genghis Khan","trackName":"Genghis Khan","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks","duration":230.29333333333332,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You about to witness a 2-5/Jedi Minds collabo\nYou know what I mean?\n\nMegatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash\nI dash from my ship in the Roswell crash\nYou smash when you bash with the clashing 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thugs is soft\nThat's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\nRed Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern\nI'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon\nMahdi, believe me it do ring bells\nIf you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\nI'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\nHeld niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Genghis Khan\n artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n album: The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks\n duration_ms: 230293\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You about to witness a 2-5/Jedi Minds collabo\n You know what I mean?\n\n Megatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash\n I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash\n You smash when you bash with the clashing ox\n Saw you in half without a fucking magical box\n I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked\n Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen\n We ill marines with hand held killing machines\n Steal dreams with the armored steel, 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bells\n If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\n I'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\n Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail\n"},{"id":25452883,"name":"Genghis Khan","trackName":"Genghis Khan","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks","duration":237.426939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You about to witness a 2-5/Jedi Minds collabo\nYou know what I mean?\n\nMegatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash\nI dash from my ship in the Roswell crash\nYou smash when you bash with the clashing ox\nSaw you in half without a fucking magical box\nI'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked\nPass my block I let shots drill in your spleen\nWe ill marines with hand held killing machines\nSteal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill\nNigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville\nFollowing Allah's will, harboring the skill\nCaught up in the real, don't give me cause to kill\nNocturnal, I stroll where 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pitch blackness\n Any motherfucker that front, is left backless\n Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes\n Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is\n\n It's Black Sabbath, put a slug in his grill\n 'Cause Jedi Mind two five thuggin' for real\n You ever think there might be trouble then peel\n 'Cause a motherfucker like me dumpin' to kill\n\n Y'all better pass the mic 'cause Vin's ill\n Y'all learn the facts of life from Kim Fields\n I don't know how many kids my flow harms\n My gun control leave y'all with no arms\n\n Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies\n Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi\n 5, 9 tatted up, mad stocky\n Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby\n\n Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice\n Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice\n We smash mics and blast too precise\n Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights\n\n Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice\n Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice\n We smash mics and blast too precise\n Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights\n\n I hit the turnpike on dirt bikes with 2 heaters\n On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia\n Only thug guerrillas will react to this\n The laws try to destroy black activist\n\n Half of y'all is performers and actresses\n I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses\n Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted\n I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it\n\n I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off\n With long johns and 3 pairs of socks on\n Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off\n Or popped off and y'all thugs are soft\n\n It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\n Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patterns\n I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons\n Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells\n\n If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\n I've done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\n Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail\n\n Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice\n Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice\n We smash mics and blast too precise\n Fast 40 days and pray 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y'all thugs is soft\nThat's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\nRed Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern\nI'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon\nMahdi, believe me it do ring bells\nIf you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\nI'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\nHeld niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Genghis Khan\n artist: Jedi Mind Tricks, Tragedy Khadafi\n album: The Best of Jus Allah\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You about to witness a 2-5/Jedi Minds collabo\n You know what I mean?\n\n Megatraum is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash\n I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash\n You smash when you bash with the clashing ox\n Saw you in half without a fucking magical box\n I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked\n Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen\n We ill marines with hand held killing machines\n Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill\n Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville\n Following Allah's will, harboring the skill\n Caught up in the real, don't give me cause to kill\n Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes\n If I had to follow the moon across the globe\n With the staff and white robe, I still hold metal\n Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals\n\n Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice\n Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice\n We smash mics, and blast too precise\n Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights\n\n [Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram[\n Yo, I'm savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness\n Any motherfucker that front, is left backless\n Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes\n Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is Black Sabbath\n Put a slug in his grill\n Because Jedi Mind, Two-Five thugging for real\n You ever think there might be trouble then peel\n Because a motherfucker like me dumping to kill\n Y'all better pass the mic cause Vin's ill\n Y'all learn the Facts Of Life from Kim Fields\n I don't know how many kids my flow harmed\n My gun control leaves y'all with no arms\n Y'all ever smell the stench of dead bodies?\n Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi\n 5'9\", tatted up, mad stocky\n Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby\n\n I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heaters\n On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia\n Only thug guerillas will react to this\n The laws try to destroy black activists\n Half of y'all is performers and actresses\n I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses\n Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted\n I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it\n I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off\n With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on\n Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off\n Or popped off, and y'all thugs is soft\n That's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off\n Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern\n I'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon\n Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells\n If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell\n I'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell\n Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail\n"}]