Laureates
You mother-fuckers better guard your grillConquer the kill and bow to the architectEvery single beat and rhyme is poisonous as arsenicMurder just a part of it I can see the art in itI can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of itYou a shell of your former self and that's unfortunateArtillery is heavy and ammunition inordinateI would never start a fucking war that wasn't warrantedBullets flying back and forth at you like it's an argumentI'm up to here in shit it's either shovel it or walk in itDoesn't go away just 'cause you choosing not to talk of itI don't even rhyme over a beat I fucking torture itLike taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of itThere's drama, mother-fucker, then I'ma be at the heart of itTake his fucking head and demolish itI'm on some [?] shitMississippi, maul a god, all of itYou a sweet [?] lighter than a [?]
You mother-fuckers ain't cut like thatHave your whole fam wondering where they loved one atAnd the po-9 wondering where they suspect atI ain't doing five bullets, money, fuck that rapI will cut that cat I will put him in the ambulanceBullets from the automatic make 'em do the hammer danceYou a lost 'cause mother-fucker never had a chancePazienza rhyme like a mother-fucking avalancheI'mma let this big Colt-4-5 rip offAnd lift a mother-fucker off his feet like a tip-offSon got mangled 'cause he was starting to lip offI hit him till his shoulders touched back like a kick-offI talked a lot of shit for years and dumbed outBut that's why we have two ears and one mouthNowadays, most of my peers has run outAnd that's why ghosts appear at Sun House
- Jedi Mind Tricks
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