The Hunted

Lyrics

Intro (Jus Allah): What's the fucking deal? Megatraum Jedi Mind Tricks Verse 1 (Jus Allah): I'm beyond measure My brain is a locked box with treasure We opposite, your pain is my pleasure Smacking your protector, chill in my sector Mind of Malcolm in his way back from Mecca Burn sess up, step up, have a gut Niggas stretched on their back With their arms and legs up With X's over their eyes Fallen into darkening skies You talking in cries Chalk tracing over your sides Facing the wise, I take strides The tides rise, split aside, the times dies Jedi Mind, we deserve praises I invade ya, heartless like the blue blazer Introduce ya into Hell, we recruit ya The bet I collect on debt for Lucifer Blood papers: I don't grade them, I just bake them Tombstones: we don't make them, we just date them Chorus 1: "I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word" "To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?" "Grip what you treasure, we hunting for the pleasure" Verse 2 (Vinnie Paz): Yo, yo, I'm Jesus, my right hand writes diseases My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness I'm covered in blood wherever the feast is I'm covered in blood wherever police is I'm covered in blood wherever your niece is I'm covered in mud from burying heaters Vinnie Paz fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases Hit you in the chest till you don't even know what breathe is We demons with blood-lust for heathens Born through a storm on a sea with Galileans In cold regions we rocking it well And that's why every fucking time I drop and it sell And that's why every fucking time I'm dropping a shell And that's why every fucking time I pop and you yell Mock you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us You more overhyped than Elián González Chorus 2: "I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word" "To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?" "Grip what you treasure, we hunting for the pleasure" "I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word" "To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?" "We hunting for the pleasure" Verse 3 (Esoteric): I crack 'em open domes Leaving broken bones Overthrow with the vocal tones Rap, Postale and Vlone I'm detaching my own skull so I can soak it in chrome Take it back like I'm Destro's clone and take my throne Now I'm well-known, lyrically my skill is well shown I'm deadly and epidemically in full-blown And infect then inject You looking at the face of murder Abrasive words, now you looking like you're Mason Verger Your name is unheard of I break you like an ape can break a turtle Pussy, I'm like Willie Mays, rook While you're a 93 Joey Reed Before you spit got motherfuckers fighting over weed But why I am able? Why you are unstable? Why you got dropped from your own indie label? Why you can't sell your records upon your skinny table? You barely even eating at your own dinner table Chorus 2