I feel sorry for your mom motherf*cker, you a waste
When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat
How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on his ras clot, show him how the gat tastes
It's a million motherf*ckers in the rat race
I ain't part of that god, y'all can get the gas face
F*ck all fakes, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks
Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake
And Vinnie he rapping good hands like Allstate
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the f*cking crown so I can take heads
Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all Planet Of The Apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie
You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried
I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets, motherf*ckers cross you like a crucifix
It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro
Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
The God Supreme Video (MV)
Performed By: Jedi Mind Tricks
Length: 3:10
Written by: CRAIG PHILLIP LANCIANI, KEVIN GORMAN BALDWIN, MARIO COLLAZO, VINCENT LUVINER
Jedi Mind Tricks - The God Supreme Lyrics
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I feel sorry for your mom motherf*cker, you a waste
When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat
How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on his ras clot, show him how the gat tastes
It's a million motherf*ckers in the rat race
I ain't part of that god, y'all can get the gas face
F*ck all fakes, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks
Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake
And Vinnie he rapping good hands like Allstate
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the f*cking crown so I can take heads
Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all Planet Of The Apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie
You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried
I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets, motherf*ckers cross you like a crucifix
It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro
Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face
The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith
The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist
I'm a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat
Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat
How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that
Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at
Dirty money lord you can check the back plate
Run up on his ras clot, show him how the gat tastes
It's a million motherf*ckers in the rat race
I ain't part of that god, y'all can get the gas face
F*ck all fakes, see you at Allah gates
All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks
Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake
And Vinnie he rapping good hands like Allstate
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
I'm always trying to break bread
Always trying to take the f*cking crown so I can take heads
Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads
Head-shots leave y'all Planet Of The Apes dead
Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly
Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby
Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie
You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried
I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit
Philly streets, motherf*ckers cross you like a crucifix
It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex
Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex
Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow
Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro
Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi
The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm
It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song
It's the life that I'm living, no f*cks that I'm giving
It's a murder scene, tell the f*cking ambulance to get 'em
Writer: CRAIG PHILLIP LANCIANI, KEVIN GORMAN BALDWIN, MARIO COLLAZO, VINCENT LUVINER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave