Jedi Mind Tricks Blood Reign Feat Diamondback Lous Logic Lyrics

Blood Reign Feat Diamondback Lous Logic Lyrics

Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby

2 G baby

Army of the Pharoahs

All that good shit



[Ikon the Hologram]

Yo, yo

The law of lower man smashes

Through your skull with battle axes

We with masses, with the ????

That slashes

Crushing opposition like we was fascists

Stigmata and four gashes

We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right

Take they sternum and then turn them into my acolytes

That's the sight of blood that make a child stop

That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot

I hate you, say to pray to a heavenly father

It's fatal, like a natal military armada

We hotter, warriors from Atlantis

Couldn't understand how raw the Hologram is

The mantis who use the flame rod

'Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise the name God



[Diamondback]

Yo the technique, detrimental to your immune

Leave you in the dust, let y'all niggas choke on fumes

It's the tight mights, aerodynamic, gigantic

Straddle while cats is dominant, royal highness

North Philly's own home-grown cham-pion

Purposely remainin' unknown until June

Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home

I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone

Buildin' a home for lost MC's gone wrong

Feel the pressure when my team come on strong, it's QD



[Chorus repeat 2x]

*scratches*

Don't ever try to...

But can't the skill execute this right

Listen up y'all suckas to what I say

Breakin out an unstoppable...



[Jus Allah]

Megatraum is fuckin' monstrous

Hoppin' out of Lake Lock Ness

Every motherfucker arraigned is left top-less

Quell my metropolis, like shit's cop-less

Y'all cock-less, we stuff y'all in boxes

For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick

Thug'll crisp 'em, when we gotta put a slug in your bitch

Spotting your dame, Pharoahs we shottie your brain

'Till a nigga ???? chains, the lateral game

Like Calgary Flames, puttin' fire on ice

Put me in hell, p-puttin' four nails to Christ



[Louis Logic]

I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge and Governor Ridge

Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a mean son-of-a-bitch

With an itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade

In front of your face so close to leave your whiskers shaved

To disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad

And shove 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads

The only way your rhymes would be the shit

You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick

Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin'

Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland



[Chorus]



[B.A. Barakus]

Hey yo I got a fetish, to see flesh rip

With my checks bitch, breakin' the bone where your chest is

I dare a nigga to try and battle

I'll put the sweat in your palms when you swallow you're adam's apple

Eat MC's like Chewbaca was eating cattle

Defeat disease rip Allah, frequently battle

Make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal

Haul a fifth to his face, chase the steel

This why I got pro deep and stay ????

You useless, FUCK! what I say leave you toothless

We oft condone and psycho-drama dispensions

Paralyze niggas that put 'em in trauma centers