Artist:
Jedi Mind Tricks f/ Ras Kass
Album: Visions of Gandhi
Song: Rise of the Machines
Typed
by: junooni_@hotmail.com (corrections
10/14/03)
[Mike
Tyson: Sample]
I
was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm
the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
My
style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And
I'm just ferocious, I want your heart!
I
wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah!
[Vinnie
Paz]
They
call me Kublah Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9
I'm
ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian
I'm
ready for anybody who want war
Y'all
ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl
You
can't stall, behold the black horses
I'm
runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
You
lack rawness, you lack passion
You
couldn't make it through war without rations
You
just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement
To
meet you and then invest in you
Rhymin'
'bout flowers 'n shit
And
poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit
I'm
housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off
Snatch
ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off
Set
the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
Real
rhymes, real beats and real clappers
And
we blast in deep cover
Make
you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother
(Yea,
what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me)
[Chorus:
Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)
"C'mon,
let 'em know it's us when we come on"
"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority"
"Power,
down goes another rapper"
"Make way, 'cause here I come"
[Ras
Kass]
Yea,
yo, yo, yea, fuck it
When
I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby
Live
from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd
Slay
chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slick chicks to B. Diddy
No
system electricity, spine the mind with it
Tryna
go 50/50 with my Billboard's check
Like
800 first week, 800,000 the next
They
put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex
Na,
I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes
But
I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though
Hit
enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes
Fuck
bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows
My
homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody
Said
he like the free spirits with slugs to plug your body
'Til
you shrug and flop like Vlade Tupac
Paint
picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop
We
not confused, raps the nigga news
Each
rhyme a "Minority Report", fuck Tom Cruise
Adversity
my muse, that's why I make mus-ic
Transmit
SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit
[Chorus:
Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)
"C'mon,
let 'em know it's us when we come on"
"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority"
"Power,
down goes another rapper"
"...Make way, 'cause here I come"