Heavenly Divine Remix - Jedi Mind Tricks

Another sacrificial lamb, that died at the hands of Hologram

Send him into the dungeon and bludgeon his fuckin' clan

Holy lamb, Who spit the live shit

The do or die, Illadelph, Jedi Mind shit

The hot shit, live raps crack your jaw

Like who’s the avenger, and who’s at the center of war?

I left a scar, so your crabs would overstand

Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land

Lawnmower man, sharp blades slash your vitals

Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn bibles

Homicidal, A Hologram burn churches

Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix

Divine purpose, for the Remy that’s in my thermos

Greatest evils stick you with needles that’s hypodermic

You heard the verdict, I’m with Allah cause he chose me

Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary

I have heard music in the silentness of duty;

Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate

Nevertheless, except you share

With them in hell the sorrowful dark of hell

Whose world is but the trembling of a flare

And heaven but as the highway for a shell

MC’s face terror wherever my sound’s audible

Man from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you

Seen inside the visions of beyond

The dwellings of the Om, existin' in Islamic pantheon

Flows drop degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees

I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G’s

Power blast, wack on my path, devour fast

I leave you with the grain of sand in life’s hourglass

Devise a spell, make demons rise out of hell

Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell

You feel the ill dire, messiah in hellfire

I launch writers, put your jaw in a gauze wire

Jedi swordsman, give rappers a foul fortune

With science to contortion your body into a coffin

Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army

We beat your skull into the shape of a wet bag of laundry

Mother (fucker)

My soul looked down from a vague height with Death

As unremembering how I rose or why

Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp

Winked to the guard

Yo, the gods are rhymin, they’re dramatizin'

You feel the poetic blow of the titans

We like a fuckin' bolt of lightnin'

The three wise men, we at levels that defies men

Watch out for fake heads, devil disguised men

Arriving from the dawn we spawned with ill forms

That’ll leave you layin' dead in the womb like stillborns

The mass’ll here it, The ominous, The Master Spirit

Can’t understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics

Ikon the python, rappers are left strangled

I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun’s angle

Above the clouds, We sit high and we daze

Write a page, on how you enslaved to worldly ways

Islamic marksmen, Seein' the squadron

Could be your fatal mistake

Like the first sins of Adam in the garden

You feel sorrow, I’m projected as God Apollo

Explore rhymes, where you’re left too confused to follow

Invite your town, to absorb the sniper rounds

Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga

Stayin' underground, What!

There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;

And God will grow no talons at his heels

Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls