Jedi Mind Tricks The Age Of Sacred Terror Lyrics

[Ad-libbed]
Yeah
Yeah baby yeah
Jedi Mind Tricks
Legacy of Blood
Nothing but dirt out here
f___ing Philly baby
Yeah
It ain't a game baby
It's f___ing war out here
Yeah

I'll make you bleed with knives
I was born with all-seeing eyes
I could s_____ a rapper heart
Before it even dies
The caveman still believe in lies
You don't want no blood or no beef
Like you was vegan rhymes
You like to sleep with guys
You a gay maggot
Listening to f___ing B2K f__got
Go to raves f__got, put a hole in your heart
Destroy everything you that you know and you thought
Destroy everything in Babylon
You f___ing fake rap I hate rap because you babble on
You f___ing f__s are gone
I'm a hate monger
That's the reason that you talking to the to the Jake longer
Put the snakes on ya, now you die there
And who gave you the f___ing impression that I care?
I could thrive here, but I choose to die...
On a f___ing steady diet of booze and lye

[Chorus of the follow voice sample played and scrambled]
I'm the type to take it there buck shots and start wilding
[ending]
cause of the challenge f___ the pro styling

Yeah
It's the age of the sacred terror
A communist revolutionary Che Guevara
Take your chedder, take everything that you care for...
Murder everybody, that's what they was there for
And therefore you getting wet from the heat
Take the food from your plate; ain't letting you eat
Ain't letting you do nothing I don't want you to
You a crumb and that's why I like to f___ with you
I don't care about anybody except me
Until my main man Mafia is set free
You waiting for the revolution to start
But you ain't on the front lines taking two in the heart
Ellusively smart, that's why I hide from the Feds
Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads
Five corpses, five state troopers dead
Licking shots in they face til the room is red

[Chorus]
f___in crumbs, worms, noodles, yeah

If you serve God for money you serve the devil
Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal, yeah
Never even been in combat
Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat
I'm on another plane
You could stand in front of your fam
But I'm shootin right through your mother's frame
I got knuckle game, but I don't use that
f___ a fair one, where the two-twos at?
Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at?
Where my m_________ing Uncle Howie goons at?
This for everybody holdin hammers
If you come into our shows then you go bananas
And holding banners
In support of Mumia Jamal
Run up on you f___ing pigs with the heaters and all
I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for
The reason why I'm drinkin' all the f___ing beer for

[ad-libbing]
Yeah, yeah baby
Jedi Mind Tricks
Legacy of Blood
[Chorus plays to fade]
It's f___ing good!
My man TZR, Planetary, Tru Dollarz, QD, AOTP
All my Brooklyn m_________ers: Block and Cloud Porto-Rock and Proud
Pumpkinhead, Non-Phixion, Necro
[chorus ends, instrumental fades]
It's f___ing good baby! It's all f___ing yeah!
Jedi Mind! Steadily shine!
Pazmanian Devil Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind
Hard core s___, '94 s___...yeah.