(feat. Tragedy Khadafi)



[Tragedy Khadafi]

You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo

You know what I mean?

The God Jus Allah

  

[Jus Allah]

Megatraum is a Martian feeding off weed and cash

I dash for my shipment of Roswell crash

You smash when you dash with the clashing ox

Saw you in half without a fucking magical box

Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock

I'm dead they just didn't leave the casket locked

Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen

We're ill marines with hand held killing machines

Steal dreams with the armored steel

Guard your grill

Nigga, I was brought up by the kids in Smallville

Following Allah's will, horror in the skill

Caught up in the real

Don't give me cause to kill

Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes

If I had to follow the moon across the globe

With the staff and white robe

I still hold metal

Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals

  

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[Tragedy Khadafi]

Yo, last rites, we flash to blast twice

  

[Ikon the Hologram]

Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice

  

[Tragedy Khadafi]

We smash mics, and blast too precise

  

[Ikon the Hologram]

Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights



Yo, I'm savage

I write rhymes in pitch blackness

Any motherfucker that front, is left backless

Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes

Trying to step into the zone with Vinnie Paz

Is Black Sabbath

Put a slug in his grill

'Cause Jedi Mind two five thugs are for real

You ever think that lightning troubled and pale

'Cause a motherfucker like me thumping to kill

Y'all better pass the mic 'cause this ill

Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields

I don't know how many kids my flow harms

My gun control leave y'all with no arms

Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies

Left in the path of the pad of Khadafi

Five Nine turn it up, man stop me

Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby

  

[Chorus]

  

[Tragedy Khadafi]

I hit the turnpike on dirtbikes with 2 'litas

On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia

Only thug guerillas are react to this

The laws try to destroy black activists

Half of y'all, is performers and actresses

I keep atleast a 100 grand in the mattresses

Shit so hot, soon as i write it i get indicted

I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it

I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off

With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on

Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off

Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft

It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off

Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patterns

I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons

Maki, believe me it do ring bells

If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell

I'd lived in a cell

Did bids in hell

Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail

  

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