The Age of Sacred Terror

Yeah

Yeah baby yeah

Jedi Mind Tricks

Legacy of Blood

Nothing but dirt out here

Fucking Philly baby

Yeah

It ain't a game baby

It's fucking war out here

Yeah

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 fucking 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 fucking fake rap I hate rap because you babble on

You fucking 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 fucking impression that I care

I could thrive here, but I choose to die

On a fucking 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 fuck 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

Fuckin 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

Fuck a fair one, where the two-twos at

Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at

Where my motherfucking 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 fucking 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 fucking beer for

Yeah, yeah baby

Jedi Mind Tricks

Legacy of Blood