The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy, The Death of 10,000 Is a Statistic Jedi Mind Tricks (Ft. Boob Bronx)
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[Intro from ? & Vinnie Paz]
On the island of Guam, I had an out of the body experience
Immediately the lights began whirling in a counter-clockwise direction
Everything around me was brilliant light
And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside
He said "Julius, Julius my son, I have called you at a very special time in your life. You will help me close the world in your generation"
Yeah, One two
Jedi Mind forever and all that
Enemy of Mankind, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Stoupe hermano, I love you papa
Aight
[Verse 1: Boob Bronx]
What up pana
It's that time, thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to
Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to
I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight
They be thrown in my way, gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye
They make us villains, I try to be the good guy
Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right
Hands black, don't worry how I jam that (Don't worry 'bout that)
Just know, grenades might blow
Your boys only blow in the precinct
Don't get exposed for acting indecent
Should be against the law, in school they used to teach it
At the house we been preachin' don't tattle tell
Rhymes would go to hell but hell always waitin'
This ain't news to us we live from the basement
Don't bother 'less you want a fuckin' facelift
This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted
On the island of Guam, I had an out of the body experience
Immediately the lights began whirling in a counter-clockwise direction
Everything around me was brilliant light
And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside
He said "Julius, Julius my son, I have called you at a very special time in your life. You will help me close the world in your generation"
Yeah, One two
Jedi Mind forever and all that
Enemy of Mankind, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Stoupe hermano, I love you papa
Aight
[Verse 1: Boob Bronx]
What up pana
It's that time, thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to
Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to
I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight
They be thrown in my way, gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye
They make us villains, I try to be the good guy
Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right
Hands black, don't worry how I jam that (Don't worry 'bout that)
Just know, grenades might blow
Your boys only blow in the precinct
Don't get exposed for acting indecent
Should be against the law, in school they used to teach it
At the house we been preachin' don't tattle tell
Rhymes would go to hell but hell always waitin'
This ain't news to us we live from the basement
Don't bother 'less you want a fuckin' facelift
This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted
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