San La Muerte - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yeah

My mic sound good?

Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

One-two, one-two

Yeah (Raise the gates)

Look.

Yeah.

(rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Listen

Yeah

It’s node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit

Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get

Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I’m tired of this music shit

The goombah gon' move regardless of who producing it

You dumb if you don’t think that it’s a shot gon' fly

I will cross your fucking T’s and I will dot that eye

I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip

You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch

He defied God so he had to get his name cursed

Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse

Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first

Every single line is by design to make your brain burst

High like a motherfucker, I ain’t hit the ground yet

Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check

Twenty plus years, Ahki, I ain’t lost a round yet

Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded

Nothing ever is enough, everybody getting touched

Motherfuckers is running up on me

The drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot

All these shooters is running up on me

I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper

Motherfuckers is dying around me

My trigger finger stay itching, we cooking in the kitchen

I ain’t fucking with nobody but me

So come hell or high water I’mma watch for the drop

I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot

Nowadays it’s kinda hard to tell a cop from a ahk

I’mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop

Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills

Screaming high-pitched, crying like he Stephanie Mills

Ain’t no iller voice in this shit

Die now or die later, that’s the choices you get

It’s moist and it’s wet, living here is literally hell

Bodies stacking when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell

This dummy broke, looking at the bottom of the pint

I’m coming with the heater like the bottom of the ninth

That’s Allah and that’s my life, wanna see me it’s nothing

Just know that either way with me it’s gonna be a concussion

Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up

Put his body on ice and slap him like a hockey puck