The Age Of Sacred Terror

[Vinnie Paz: spoken] Yeah Yeah baby yeah Jedi Mind Tricks Legacy of Blood Nothing but dirt out here f**king Philly baby Yeah It ain't a game baby It's f**king war out here Yeah [Vinnie Paz] I'll make you bleed with knives I was born with all-seeing eyes I could snatch a rapper heart Before it even dies The caveman still believe in lies You don't want no blood or no beef Like you was vegan rhymes You like to sleep with guys You a gay maggot Listening to f**king B2K, faggot Go to raves faggot, put a hole in your heart Destroy everything you that you know and you thought Destroy everything in Babylon You f**king fake rap I hate rap because you babble on You f**king fags are gone I'm a hate monger That's the reason that you talking to the to the Jake longer Put the snakes on ya, now you die there And who gave you the f**king impression that I care I could thrive here, but I choose to die On a f**king steady diet of booze and lie Yeah It's the age of the sacred terror A communist revolutionary Che Guevara Take your chedder, take everything that you care for Murder everybody, that's what they was there for And therefore you getting wet from the heat Take the food from your plate-ain't letting you eat Ain't letting you do nothing I don't want you to You a crumb and that's why I like to f**k with you I don't care about anybody except me Until my main man Mafia is set free You waiting for the revolution to start But you ain't on the front lines taking two in the heart Ellusively smart, that's why I hide from the feds Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads Five corpses, five state troopers dead Licking shots in they face til the room is red f**kin crumbs, worms, noodles, yeah If you serve God for money you serve the devil Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal, yeah Never even been in combat Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat I'm on another plane You could stand in front of your fam But I'm shootin right through your mother's frame I got knuckle game, but I don't use that f**k a fair one, where the two-twos at Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at Where my motherf**king Uncle Howie goons at This for everybody holdin hammers If you come into our shows then you go bananas And holding banners In support of Mumia Jamal Run up on you f**king pigs with the heaters and all I'm decieving Allah, that's what I'm here for The reason why I'm drinkin' all the f**king beer for Yeah, yeah baby Jedi Mind Tricks Legacy of Blood