Death March - Jedi Mind Tricks, Esoteric, Virtuoso

Tonight, I speak of prophecy

And what I will shall be done

The sacrifices are not over

The next sacrificial lamb will be led… to slaughter

I’m omnipotent.

You claim to win battles so when the beat starts

I’ll punch the tree bark and pass the chainsaw to a leaf’s heart

Severian the Animal;

I’m doing dirt like earthworms

I’m sick and original, boy;

I gave birth to the first germs

I spit the acetate to make your lips evaporate

The Master Ape;

bare hands will decapitate and bash your face

Pass the eighth sack of shake;

twist it and blast my tape

Put Cambridge on the castle gate

Haven’t come across a substance yet I couldn’t lacerate

Virtuoso, the unidentified flying object

To make your space shuttle from NASA late

So while you crooks look for a hook I’m sayin' pass the bait

Telling 7L to scratch a plate

In a duel for respect I’ll slap your face

Ask to make my specs and I’ma tackle ya

You’re a neck and I’m Dracula

Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura

Laugh with the, Jedi Mind Tricks

We rhyme sick and side bricks for dime chicks

I’ll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich

So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips

Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young

Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue

Taste my blade’s sharpness, rank you no class like Marxists

The heartless, rise out of darkness

I’m the last head you should ever try to fuck with

Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick

Rough shit, don’t even attempt sleeping

At war with the demons that live in infernal regions

Spawned from eternal semen, bred flesh predators

Wings of the arm on your heels like Pegasus

Grabbing your leg, so you live with the Heaven-less

Drop death’s prejudice and follow me to Exodus

We ravenous, exhume the tomb of Lazarus

You blasphemous, we bring war to pacifists

Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine Glock

Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots

Pine box is fine for a killer to run

Swing from vines and ride like Atilla The Hun

Bring the gun, your tongue is what I’m slicing

We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison

Elohim, fuck the pagans — we mock them

And take turns to burn religious doctrines

Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles

Locked in the brain to lacerate angels

Yo, I rip mics, stick lames

Wreck nights, spit flames

Lead pipes, split frames

Kid ain’t shit changed

Act trife

I grab the mic and bag your wife

Sacrifice you twice

Motherfuck an after life

Decimate your paradise

Burn tracks like thermostats

My personal attacks snap back to murder cats

I might advise, you type of guys should revitalize

Your man power, I sabotage like fireflies

With a dope rhyme

Take control of your soul

Rap a potent flow over foes

Hope you don’t catch a broken nose

Opponents go to shows

Now they know their roles, they’re hoes that fold my clothes

I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze

My words part the seas

Kill beats like heart disease

Man, please

You could never fuck with the Eso-pterodactyl

My rap skills will thrash you

Motherfucker

So until we meet again… accept the lord of darkness as your savior.

Allow to the purity of evil to guide you