Animal Rap (arturo Gatti Mix) - Jedi Mind Tricks （instrumental）

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Jedi Mind Tricks Animal Rap (feat. Kool G Rap) (Arturo Gatti A Cappella Mix) lyrics was added to the site 20 Jul, 2007 and since that time has 1 hits and voted 0 times. Other popular Jedi Mind Tricks lyrics are: Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story, Blood Runs Cold and Heavenly Divine.

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Kool G Rap

You know the Don's armed wit sixteen

And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage

Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics

Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards

Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it

Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage

Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish

She only lick dick status to get cabbage

Dick get lathered to the thick baptist

Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance

It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)

And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood

I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)

This where the buck stops, fuck props

Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?

Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?

Still real, bustin' the glock

Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?

(Chorus)

Mike Tyson

Mike Tyson

People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus

I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know?

I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through

See everyone else has the right to be angry

But this is just the way I express myself

(So, you ready to fight?)

Vinnie Paz

Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this

Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics

I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate

My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it

My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it

I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties

Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly

I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me

Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy

I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly

I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny

Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you

And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do

you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around

and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground

We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is

Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is

I'm from a time where every song was righteous

Before rap was just a swarm of white kids

And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the

pawns and sheisters

I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers

And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless

What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!)

(Chorus)

Mike Tyson

And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waist my life

Cause when I die I'm going to paradise

So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die

Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me

and make comments about me without me retaliating