Luyện nghe bài hát Tibetan Black Magicians

Jedi Mind Tricks...
Yo
I grab Mics the raw
Take adjust the Yaw
Break your bicuspid your own jaw
Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were
Technically you don't exist, God
A flick of the wrist, you'll be
Lost in limbo pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm
I'm an enigma I rip
Or your star with 5 points
Plus the mic I ripped far
I stomp on ya
Peel the top of your fucking face off like an
And eat the
My God sounds horrid, eating MC's
Is eating garbage they make me vomit
prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the of ya face
Anthropomorph, speaking I'm out of ya league
Who can match the Bident with my top
of the earth, verses are merged into dirt
Heart line is flat lined the therapy era
go through re-synthesis
I em looking bleaker than Memphis
Without membership
Don't be an optimist and try to rock Bis
You end up in an sarcophagus

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

Once I duct tape ya to the of a Mack trucks, face ya
Drive a brick wall, pull the park and brake up
Ask you for you of registration, say what?
I cant understand a you saying, you fuck!
Peel you off till you on the floor
you to the manifold,
Make you put your around the exhaust
Squeeze your harder when you start to cough
I bet you never thought this happen just for pissing me off
I'm in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate
Protecting rap the exoskeleton of a Lobster
I'll on water, harpoon jackers
And drag em back to the harbour for the photographers
Now point four fingers and through binoculars
what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
Whether enemies exchange energy
But you can't forgive and forget with an memory
Coz You-Know-Who the mic from You-Know-Who
But lets that between me and you!
Me and JMT,
that'll rip your ass
I got an empty Get em Vinnie Paz!!!

[Vinnie
I get a bloodlust when I see a slug
Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the rush
Nothings us, ya'll better back off
Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in
We Gats off
It's a clean
It doesn't seem real when your spleen
So listen to what im at y'all
La illaha, il il Allah
Come on y'all your getting hit in the
Coz Vinnie Pazienz and is the best
the rest
And all ya'll is ashes
I love reading Koran in pitch
I reading the psalms to bitch actors
I love the palms of bitch rappers!