[ti:Seven] [ar:Jedi Mind Tricks] [al:Army Of The Pharaohs: Ritual Of Battle] [offset:0] [00:00.64]Seven - Jedi Mind Tricks [00:18.63]Yeah! Yo, uh, [00:21.57]A lotta rappers try approaching the omen, [00:23.51]My palms are punishin' people while I'm up at the podium, [00:25.94]Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again, [00:28.13]I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kid, [00:30.38]Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin' [00:32.82]Eye on the prize, [00:33.76]I silence the wise, with lyrics make a scientist cry, [00:36.26]Making a secret society expose they purpose, [00:39.32]Making 'em unleash info and exploding my surface, [00:41.45]I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless, [00:44.07]It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split, [00:47.26]I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers [00:49.07]On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerrillas [00:52.44]Untamed, and my niggas is Kane [00:54.63]Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame [00:57.82]We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers, [01:00.19]Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers. [01:02.81]Yo, [01:03.06]The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says, [01:05.31]Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian res [01:08.06]Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk, [01:11.18]Welcome, this where the murderers lurk, [01:13.18]It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work, [01:15.68]Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt, [01:18.12]Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam, [01:21.25]And my hand is where the tears of the pope ran, [01:24.26]They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam, [01:26.76]I'm in heaven with the angels and smoke grams, [01:29.39]You need God, that's why the earth so damned, [01:31.95]International, trying to get my flow banned, [01:34.82]That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers, [01:36.82]A lot of floods and famine's gonna hit these years, [01:39.45]Kamachi back on the chapel stairs, [01:41.70]Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears. （Chyea! ） [01:45.20]If you wanna put your money up then muthafucka then put it, [01:47.70]For your families sanity man I wish that you wouldn't, [01:49.46]Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it, [01:52.14]And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage, [01:54.34]Hey y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus, [01:57.34]All up in my presence why y'all actin bashful, [01:59.90]King Syze cats and any clique they rap for, [02:02.71]Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows, [02:05.28]From, city to city, intersection to session, [02:07.38]What you reflexin, with or without a weapon, [02:09.92]I'm always steppin, Never scared, [02:11.49]But always and forever prepared, [02:12.92]Yeah the ones who drink gas man, is revvin' they gears. [02:15.75]You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent, [02:17.69]Total dominance, rise to prominence, [02:18.94]In my prime like Optimus, [02:20.38]Stand in astonishment, [02:21.25]Act as conglomerate, an axis of evil, [02:24.87]I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David, [02:27.94]Down and dirty like a damp basement, [02:29.94]The champ must demand greatness, [02:31.56]From himself, or be another contender, [02:33.44]There's 100's of niggas, [02:35.00]Dead left under the river, [02:36.35]From the days of slaves, [02:37.73]To Hurricanes in Orleans, [02:38.42]See my peoples graves floatin amongst, [02:40.54]The waves, there's hell to pay, but [02:42.86]The devil don't take checks, [02:44.49]I try to send a message to God, [02:46.24]His phone don't take text, [02:47.61]I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge, [02:49.62]Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars, [02:52.11]Man, my momma got a mortgage, [02:53.80]And my little baby sista' need books for college, [02:56.30]I rob all y'all. [02:57.55]Hey yo, [02:57.92]They want the hood in here so they called me first, [03:00.18]I get em rappers Gatorade cuz they ball with thirst, UH! [03:02.82]This is more then music, [03:04.56]But these niggas is mad trash, [03:06.39]That's why the stores refuse em, yo, [03:08.33]I'm out in Georgia goin straight to the block, [03:10.71]I'm seein cats motorcyclin dawg I'm doin the wop, [03:12.83]I'm an OG, I call my Italian niggas a wop, [03:15.21]Though they papers aint right but they got weight on the block, [03:18.02]I love em uh, [03:19.33]Hand to hand till your hands ache, [03:21.08]I drunk so much syrup dawg I stop eatin pancakes, [03:23.27]Ya niggas cool dawg mines absurd hot, [03:26.14]Stop frontin like you's a killa money your nerves shot, [03:28.64]Yo you's a paxel Nigga, Dumpin Zoloft in coffee, [03:31.58]AOTP will exhaust b, [03:34.58]Can't keep it gear, cuz I'm blinging with F's, [03:37.03]But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left. [03:39.35]Nigga, If I had 24 hours to live, [03:40.85]Fuck 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds, [03:42.54]Vin I'm drivin off a bridge, [03:44.41]Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene, [03:46.79]Gasoline, tank filled to the top, [03:48.48]Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces, [03:51.22]No preachers, strong enough to take me outta my zone, [03:54.22]I broke jesus, choke niggas who squeal, [03:56.20]Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill, [03:58.64]I'm too sick for a pill, [04:00.01]Man these niggas aint real they real fake, [04:02.32]They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes, [04:04.70]That's when you put em in a trunk with they grill taped, [04:07.57]Whip in reverse and run into a steel gate, [04:09.58]I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar, [04:12.52]If I don't kill you later I'ma kill you "Manana", [04:14.57]Y'all don't want know problems, [04:16.51]Y'all don't want no drama, [04:17.57]Nigga I'ma take a trip with your baby momma, Suicide Driver. [04:20.14]Ya betta cross your T's, [04:21.58]Cuz we'll dot your I's, [04:23.14]You can say that you specialize but Pharaohs will optimize, [04:25.34]Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there, [04:28.65]The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, （YEAAH） [04:31.40]Holy Paragraphs, （What kind of shit is that? ） [04:34.42]I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is muthafuckin Christian rap, [04:37.11]Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa, [04:39.23]My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers, [04:42.36]I made em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB, [04:45.30] [04:47.12]Cuz y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's, [04:49.74]Slit throat hope you float with sardines and seaweed, [04:52.49]Cuz this is C-E, L-P-H [04:54.99]Demonic symphony, listen to the hell we make, [04:56.99]And a year before your kids 10th birthday came, [04:59.20]You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame. [05:02.70]Respect a G, my clique clap at you incessantly, [05:04.95]I lay back and drink alcohol excessively, [05:08.19]There ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me, [05:10.88]I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry, [05:13.32]A 40 oz and a dutch master is the recipe, [05:16.32]That's my shit there that'll be the death of me, [05:18.88]Give me a death mask, better yet a effigy, [05:21.13]I understand the math of death and it's complexity, [05:23.89]I understand how you was violently merc'd, [05:26.32]I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church, （ha-ha-ha-ha） [05:28.63]But understand and recognize that I'm cursed, [05:31.32]With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse. [05:34.26]Yeah! [05:35.70]Brraat brraaat! [05:36.57]Paz-man, AOTP, I'll Bill on the beat [05:43.63] [05:45.38]Billy Crystal, what up baby? La Coka! [05:49.69]AOTP, ha ha ha.