Speech Cobras - Jedi Mind Tricks, Mr. Lif

I’m the fire bearer

Holder of the sun

The Earth and the universe combined as one

An everlasting energy taking all forms

Blue skies on sunny days tell the storms

The one who tears down what you adorn

And curses the material things that you mourn

But look up in the sky 'cause I am the dawn

And the light that empowers your flesh as it yawns

Strong, undeniably so Lif better known as a society fault

The deity glow reach into my center

I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter

The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer

As your skeleton crush

Your physical turns into gelatin plus

Due to over stimuli

You liquify

I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil

When the ground splits

To swallow of corporations and cops

Give birth to rocks

So we can have solid ground on which to walk

Stand strong and talk

And write down theories in chalk on the side walk

The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell

Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell ----→Buckshot

The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell

Look into the eyes…

My style orbits

Around nine planets of forces

Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses

Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor

Present the type of horror that boils your holy water

Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father

Hard boys become toys inside the real saga

So why bother

My whole flaw lines is harder

So bring the drama

We all know the signs is smarter

I set off crowds, style wild like a circus

I seek through souls when I walk past churches

Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose

Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches

Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging

Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness

No option, narrow odds

Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards

Open the gates of Midian

For the fangs like the flesh

Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh

We hang the best

Spit venom until your face burn

Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm

The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist

Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss 'em cutest

We take lives with knives steady abusing ya With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula

Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class

Ikon will smash into shards of glass

To reform into a whirlwind of sand

Then reborn into the word Hologram

A solid man with plans to intwine matter

Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer