[{"id":37079834,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Jedi Mind Tricks, Stoupe - Visions Of Gandhi","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Jedi Mind Tricks, Stoupe - Visions Of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":2495886,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Terror en la ciudad, Volume 1","duration":0.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Terror en la ciudad, Volume 1\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":18771427,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Visions Of Gandhi","duration":290.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions Of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 290560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":24804798,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Visions of Ghandi","duration":290.104167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions of Ghandi\n  duration_ms: 290104\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":37973128,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Visions of Gandhi","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions of Gandhi\n  instrumental: false\n  duration_ms: 182000\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":39460750,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Terror en la ciudad, Volume 1","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Canibus]\nJedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n[Samples]\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Terror en la ciudad, Volume 1\n  instrumental: false\n  duration_ms: 223277\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip I bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  [Samples]\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parkin' brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!>\n"},{"id":35481325,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks; 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Canibus\n  album: Visions of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jedi Mind Tricks, Canibus\n  Yo, I grab mics, bust the raw, take flight, adjust the yaw\n  I break your bicuspids with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist and you gone\n  Lost and nimble like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma, I rip bars\n  A burning star with five points plus the mic I rip thus far\n  I start from your forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off\n  Like an orange, then eat the carnage\n  My God, that sounds horrid\n  Eating emcees is like eating garbage, they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates, rehydrate, dry-lace\n  Wipe ammonium nitrate across the side of your face\n  Anthropomorphologically speaking, I'm out of your league\n  Who can match the bottom of my top speed?\n  Scourge of the earth, verses immersed in the dirt\n  Heart monitor's flatlined due to therapy error\n  Sentences go through resynthesis\n  I leave them looking bleaker than\n  Memphis is without Roc-A-Fella membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You'll end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n  Every rapper better fear me, 'cause Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And y'all steady screaming for war, but want peace\n  You tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks\n  You tryna walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How I rip bars, walk through walls, perform magic\n  Tibetan black magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptized\n  To see the universal through a cat's eyes\n  Here come the black skies, it's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n  \"This is when I end you with the murderous medley\"\n  I duct tape you to the front of a Mack truck, face up\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parking brake up\n  Ask you for your proof of registration, say what?\n  I can't understand a word you saying, you fuck\n  Peel you off 'til you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold, make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just from pissing me off\n  I'm M.I. for hardcore hip-hop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a lobster\n  I moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag them back to the harbor for the local photographers\n  Time for point fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look at what Harry Potter did to Andrew Golota, kid\n  Bitter enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  'Cause you know who snatched the mic from you know who\n  But let's keep that between me and you\n  Me and JMT, rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag, get 'em Vinnie Paz\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a three-eight snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothing above us, y'all better back off\n  'Cause you a devil like the Canaanite from Saphira\n  We busting gats off, it's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen what I'm spitting to y'all\n  La ilaha illa llah illa llah\n  Come on y'all, y'all getting hit in the chest\n  'Cause Vinnie Pazienza, Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest, and all y'all see is ashes\n  I love reading Quran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the Psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n"},{"id":31713,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Canibus feat. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Canibus feat. Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":9541675,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks feat. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks feat. Canibus\n  album: Visions of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":35261365,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks Feat․ Canibus","albumName":"Visions Of Gandhi","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jedi Mind Tricks, Canibus\nYo, I grab mics, bust the raw, take flight, adjust the yaw\nI break your bicuspids with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist and you gone\nLost and nimble like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma, I rip bars\nA burning star with five points plus the mic I rip thus far\nI start from your forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off\nLike an orange, then eat the carnage\nMy God, that sounds horrid\nEating emcees is like eating garbage, they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates, rehydrate, dry-lace\nWipe ammonium nitrate across the side of your face\nAnthropomorphologically speaking, I'm out of your league\nWho can match the bottom of my top speed?\nScourge of the earth, verses immersed in the dirt\nHeart monitor's flatlined due to therapy error\nSentences go through resynthesis\nI leave them looking bleaker than\nMemphis is without Roc-A-Fella membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou'll end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\nEvery rapper better fear me, 'cause Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd y'all steady screaming for war, but want peace\nYou tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks\nYou tryna walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow I rip bars, walk through walls, perform magic\nTibetan black magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptized\nTo see the universal through a cat's eyes\nHere come the black skies, it's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass\n\"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n\"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n\"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n\"This is when I end you with the murderous medley\"\nI duct tape you to the front of a Mack truck, face up\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parking brake up\nAsk you for your proof of registration, say what?\nI can't understand a word you saying, you fuck\nPeel you off 'til you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold, make you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just from pissing me off\nI'm M.I. for hardcore hip-hop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a lobster\nI moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag them back to the harbor for the local photographers\nTime for point fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook at what Harry Potter did to Andrew Golota, kid\nBitter enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n'Cause you know who snatched the mic from you know who\nBut let's keep that between me and you\nMe and JMT, rippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag, get 'em Vinnie Paz\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a three-eight snub and watch the blood rush\nNothing above us, y'all better back off\n'Cause you a devil like the Canaanite from Saphira\nWe busting gats off, it's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen what I'm spitting to y'all\nLa ilaha illa llah illa llah\nCome on y'all, y'all getting hit in the chest\n'Cause Vinnie Pazienza, Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest, and all y'all see is ashes\nI love reading Quran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the Psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers\n\"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n\"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n\"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks Feat․ Canibus\n  album: Visions Of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jedi Mind Tricks, Canibus\n  Yo, I grab mics, bust the raw, take flight, adjust the yaw\n  I break your bicuspids with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist and you gone\n  Lost and nimble like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma, I rip bars\n  A burning star with five points plus the mic I rip thus far\n  I start from your forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off\n  Like an orange, then eat the carnage\n  My God, that sounds horrid\n  Eating emcees is like eating garbage, they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates, rehydrate, dry-lace\n  Wipe ammonium nitrate across the side of your face\n  Anthropomorphologically speaking, I'm out of your league\n  Who can match the bottom of my top speed?\n  Scourge of the earth, verses immersed in the dirt\n  Heart monitor's flatlined due to therapy error\n  Sentences go through resynthesis\n  I leave them looking bleaker than\n  Memphis is without Roc-A-Fella membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You'll end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n  Every rapper better fear me, 'cause Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And y'all steady screaming for war, but want peace\n  You tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks\n  You tryna walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How I rip bars, walk through walls, perform magic\n  Tibetan black magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptized\n  To see the universal through a cat's eyes\n  Here come the black skies, it's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n  \"This is when I end you with the murderous medley\"\n  I duct tape you to the front of a Mack truck, face up\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parking brake up\n  Ask you for your proof of registration, say what?\n  I can't understand a word you saying, you fuck\n  Peel you off 'til you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold, make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just from pissing me off\n  I'm M.I. for hardcore hip-hop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a lobster\n  I moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag them back to the harbor for the local photographers\n  Time for point fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look at what Harry Potter did to Andrew Golota, kid\n  Bitter enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  'Cause you know who snatched the mic from you know who\n  But let's keep that between me and you\n  Me and JMT, rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag, get 'em Vinnie Paz\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a three-eight snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothing above us, y'all better back off\n  'Cause you a devil like the Canaanite from Saphira\n  We busting gats off, it's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen what I'm spitting to y'all\n  La ilaha illa llah illa llah\n  Come on y'all, y'all getting hit in the chest\n  'Cause Vinnie Pazienza, Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest, and all y'all see is ashes\n  I love reading Quran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the Psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n"},{"id":6580268,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians (feat. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians (feat. 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Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":31714,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians (ft. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians (ft. 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Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":21818999,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians (Ft. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians (Ft. 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Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":29216563,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians ft. 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Canibus\nYo\nI grab Mics bust the raw\nTake flight adjust the Yaw\nBreak your bicuspid with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\nLost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma I rip bars\nOr burn your star with 5 points\nPlus the mic I ripped thus far\nI stomp on ya forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\nAnd eat the carnage\nMy God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\nIs like eating garbage they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\nWipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\nAnthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\nWho can match the Bident with my top speed\nScourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\nHeart line is flat lined through the therapy era\nSentences go through re-synthesis\nI leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\nWithout Rockefeller membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nEvery rapper better fear me\nCoz Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\nYou trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\nYa trying to walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\nTibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptised\nTo see the universal through a cats eyes\nHere come the black skies;\nIt's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n{*samples*}\n\n[Canibus]\nOnce I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\nAsk you for you proof of registration, say what?\nI cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\nPeel you off till you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold,\nMake you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\nI'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\nI'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\nNow point four fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\nWhether enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\nCoz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\nBut lets keep that between me and you!\nMe and JMT,\nRippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n[Vinnie Paz]\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\nNothings above us, ya'll better back off\nCos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\nWe busting Gats off\nIt's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen to what im spittin at y'all\nLa illaha, il Allah il Allah\nCome on y'all your getting hit in the chest\nCoz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest\nAnd all ya'll seek is ashes\nI love reading Koran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n{*samples*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians ft. Canibus\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions of Ghandi\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Canibus]\n  Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus\n  Yo\n  I grab Mics bust the raw\n  Take flight adjust the Yaw\n  Break your bicuspid with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone\n  Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma I rip bars\n  Or burn your star with 5 points\n  Plus the mic I ripped thus far\n  I stomp on ya forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange\n  And eat the carnage\n  My God that sounds horrid, eating MC's\n  Is like eating garbage they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes\n  Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face\n  Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I'm out of ya league\n  Who can match the Bident with my top speed\n  Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt\n  Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era\n  Sentences go through re-synthesis\n  I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis\n  Without Rockefeller membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  Every rapper better fear me\n  Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And ya'll steady screaming for war but want peace\n  You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks\n  Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic\n  Tibetan Black Magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptised\n  To see the universal through a cats eyes\n  Here come the black skies;\n  It's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass!\n\n  {*samples*}\n\n  [Canibus]\n  Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up\n  Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?\n  I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!\n  Peel you off till you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold,\n  Make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off\n  I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster\n  I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers\n  Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid\n  Whether enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who\n  But lets keep that between me and you!\n  Me and JMT,\n  Rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!\n\n  [Vinnie Paz]\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothings above us, ya'll better back off\n  Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth\n  We busting Gats off\n  It's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen to what im spittin at y'all\n  La illaha, il Allah il Allah\n  Come on y'all your getting hit in the chest\n  Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest\n  And all ya'll seek is ashes\n  I love reading Koran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!\n\n  {*samples*}\n"},{"id":39904709,"name":"Tibetan Black Magicians (ft. c","trackName":"Tibetan Black Magicians (ft. c","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"Visions Of Gandhi","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jedi Mind Tricks, Canibus\nYo, I grab mics, bust the raw, take flight, adjust the yaw\nI break your bicuspids with your own jaw\nMetaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\nTechnically you don't even exist, God\nA flick of the wrist and you gone\nLost and nimble like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\nI'm an enigma, I rip bars\nA burning star with five points plus the mic I rip thus far\nI start from your forehead\nPeel the top of your fucking face off\nLike an orange, then eat the carnage\nMy God, that sounds horrid\nEating emcees is like eating garbage, they make me vomit\nDiscombobulate prostates, rehydrate, dry-lace\nWipe ammonium nitrate across the side of your face\nAnthropomorphologically speaking, I'm out of your league\nWho can match the bottom of my top speed?\nScourge of the earth, verses immersed in the dirt\nHeart monitor's flatlined due to therapy error\nSentences go through resynthesis\nI leave them looking bleaker than\nMemphis is without Roc-A-Fella membership\nDon't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\nYou'll end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\nEvery rapper better fear me, 'cause Vinnie Paz is a beast\nAnd y'all steady screaming for war, but want peace\nYou tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks\nYou tryna walk two dogs with one leash\nYou can't overstand the mathematics\nHow I rip bars, walk through walls, perform magic\nTibetan black magic, I'm a warlord\nI'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\nI'm a born lord, I was baptized\nTo see the universal through a cat's eyes\nHere come the black skies, it's all darkness\nI breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass\n\"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n\"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n\"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n\"This is when I end you with the murderous medley\"\nI duct tape you to the front of a Mack truck, face up\nDrive through a brick wall, pull the parking brake up\nAsk you for your proof of registration, say what?\nI can't understand a word you saying, you fuck\nPeel you off 'til you drop on the floor\nDrag you to the manifold, make you put your mouth around the exhaust\nSqueeze your neck harder when you start to cough\nI bet you never thought this could happen just from pissing me off\nI'm M.I. for hardcore hip-hop, the surrogate father\nProtecting rap like the exoskeleton of a lobster\nI moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\nAnd drag them back to the harbor for the local photographers\nTime for point fingers and watch through binoculars\nLook at what Harry Potter did to Andrew Golota, kid\nBitter enemies exchange negative energy\nBut you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n'Cause you know who snatched the mic from you know who\nBut let's keep that between me and you\nMe and JMT, rippers that'll rip your ass\nI got an empty mag, get 'em Vinnie Paz\nI get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\nHit your mug with a three-eight snub and watch the blood rush\nNothing above us, y'all better back off\n'Cause you a devil like the Canaanite from Saphira\nWe busting gats off, it's a clean kill\nIt doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\nSo listen what I'm spitting to y'all\nLa ilaha illa llah illa llah\nCome on y'all, y'all getting hit in the chest\n'Cause Vinnie Pazienza, Canibus is the best\nRipping the rest, and all y'all see is ashes\nI love reading Quran in pitch blackness\nI love reading the Psalms to bitch actors\nI love reading the palms of bitch rappers\n\"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n\"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n\"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tibetan Black Magicians (ft. c\n  artist: Jedi Mind Tricks\n  album: Visions Of Gandhi\n  duration_ms: 290622\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jedi Mind Tricks, Canibus\n  Yo, I grab mics, bust the raw, take flight, adjust the yaw\n  I break your bicuspids with your own jaw\n  Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born\n  Technically you don't even exist, God\n  A flick of the wrist and you gone\n  Lost and nimble like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm\n  I'm an enigma, I rip bars\n  A burning star with five points plus the mic I rip thus far\n  I start from your forehead\n  Peel the top of your fucking face off\n  Like an orange, then eat the carnage\n  My God, that sounds horrid\n  Eating emcees is like eating garbage, they make me vomit\n  Discombobulate prostates, rehydrate, dry-lace\n  Wipe ammonium nitrate across the side of your face\n  Anthropomorphologically speaking, I'm out of your league\n  Who can match the bottom of my top speed?\n  Scourge of the earth, verses immersed in the dirt\n  Heart monitor's flatlined due to therapy error\n  Sentences go through resynthesis\n  I leave them looking bleaker than\n  Memphis is without Roc-A-Fella membership\n  Don't be an optimist and try to rock with Bis\n  You'll end up in an iced-out sarcophagus\n  Every rapper better fear me, 'cause Vinnie Paz is a beast\n  And y'all steady screaming for war, but want peace\n  You tryna walk through the fog with sun leaks\n  You tryna walk two dogs with one leash\n  You can't overstand the mathematics\n  How I rip bars, walk through walls, perform magic\n  Tibetan black magic, I'm a warlord\n  I'll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard\n  I'm a born lord, I was baptized\n  To see the universal through a cat's eyes\n  Here come the black skies, it's all darkness\n  I breathe life into Jesus Christ's carcass\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n  \"This is when I end you with the murderous medley\"\n  I duct tape you to the front of a Mack truck, face up\n  Drive through a brick wall, pull the parking brake up\n  Ask you for your proof of registration, say what?\n  I can't understand a word you saying, you fuck\n  Peel you off 'til you drop on the floor\n  Drag you to the manifold, make you put your mouth around the exhaust\n  Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough\n  I bet you never thought this could happen just from pissing me off\n  I'm M.I. for hardcore hip-hop, the surrogate father\n  Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a lobster\n  I moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers\n  And drag them back to the harbor for the local photographers\n  Time for point fingers and watch through binoculars\n  Look at what Harry Potter did to Andrew Golota, kid\n  Bitter enemies exchange negative energy\n  But you can't forgive and forget with an elephant memory\n  'Cause you know who snatched the mic from you know who\n  But let's keep that between me and you\n  Me and JMT, rippers that'll rip your ass\n  I got an empty mag, get 'em Vinnie Paz\n  I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust\n  Hit your mug with a three-eight snub and watch the blood rush\n  Nothing above us, y'all better back off\n  'Cause you a devil like the Canaanite from Saphira\n  We busting gats off, it's a clean kill\n  It doesn't seem real when your spleen spill\n  So listen what I'm spitting to y'all\n  La ilaha illa llah illa llah\n  Come on y'all, y'all getting hit in the chest\n  'Cause Vinnie Pazienza, Canibus is the best\n  Ripping the rest, and all y'all see is ashes\n  I love reading Quran in pitch blackness\n  I love reading the Psalms to bitch actors\n  I love reading the palms of bitch rappers\n  \"Have you ever heard the sounds of bones splitting?\"\n  \"No release for MCs, more things to break is upon us\"\n  \"Make MCs memories, whenever there's a symphony\"\n"}]