Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Black Magicians

Jedi Mind Tricks...
Yo
I Mics bust the raw
flight adjust the Yaw
Break bicuspid with your own jaw
Metaphors started in your moms before you were born
you don't even exist, God
A of the wrist, you'll be gone
Lost in limbo pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm
I'm an I rip bars
Or burn your with 5 points
the mic I ripped thus far
I on ya forehead
Peel the top of fucking face off like an orange
And eat the
My God sounds horrid, eating MC's
Is like eating garbage they me vomit
prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya
Anthropomorph, illogically I'm out of ya league
Who can the Bident with my top speed
Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into
Heart is flat lined through the therapy era
go through re-synthesis
I leave em looking bleaker than
Without Rockefeller
Don't be an optimist and try to rock Bis
You end up in an sarcophagus

[Vinnie
rapper better fear me
Coz Vinnie Paz is a
And ya'll steady screaming for war but want
You trying ta walk the fog where sun leaks
Ya trying to two dogs with one leash
You can't overstand the
How rip bars, walk through perform magic
Tibetan Magic, I'm a warlord
I'll stab you through your fucking temple a floorboard
I'm a lord, I was baptised
To see the universal through a eyes
Here the black skies;
all darkness
I life into Jesus Christ's carcass!

Once I tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya
through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up
Ask you for you proof of registration, say
I understand a word you saying, you fuck!
Peel you off till you on the floor
you to the manifold,
Make you put your mouth the exhaust
Squeeze your harder when you start to cough
I bet you never thought this could happen for pissing me off
I'm in for Hiphop, the surrogate father
Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a
I'll moonwalk on water, harpoon
And drag em to the harbour for the local photographers
Now point four fingers and watch binoculars
Look what Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
Whether enemies negative energy
But you can't forgive and forget with an memory
Coz You-Know-Who the mic from You-Know-Who
But keep that between me and you!
Me and JMT,
Rippers that'll rip ass
I got an empty mag- Get em Paz!!!

Paz]
I get a bloodlust when I see a slug
Hit your mug with a .38 and watch the blood rush
above us, ya'll better back off
Cos you a like the Canaanite in Sackcloth
We busting off
It's a clean
It doesn't seem real when your spleen
So listen to im spittin at y'all
La illaha, il il Allah
on y'all your getting hit in the chest
Coz Vinnie Pazienz and is the best
Ripping the
And all ya'll is ashes
I love reading in pitch blackness
I love reading the to bitch actors
I love reading the palms of rappers!