The Age of Sacred Terror

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah Jedi Mind Tricks Legacy of Blood, nothin' but dirt out here Fuckin' Philly, baby Yeah, it ain't a game, baby It's fuckin' war out here, yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I make you bleed with knives, I was born with all-seeing eyes I can 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 Reich 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 that you know and you thought Destroy everything in Babylon You fucking fake rap, I hate rap 'cause you babble on You fucking fags are gone, I'm a hate monger That's reason why you talking to the jake longer Put the snakes on ya, let you die there And who gave you the fucking impression that I care? I can thrive here, but I choose to die On a fucking steady diet of booze and lye! [Chorus] I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' Toss up the salad, fuck the profilin' [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, it's the Age of the Sacred Terror A communist revolutionary, Che Guevara Take your cheddar, 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 that 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 frontlines taking two in the heart Elusively smart, that's why I hide from the feds Jason Voorhees style, five severed heads Five corpses, five state troopers dead Lickin' shots in their face 'til the Ruger's red [Chorus] I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' (Fuckin' crumbs, burns, noodles, yeah) I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' Toss up the salad, fuck the profilin' [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] If you serve God for money, you serve the Devil Claim to been in 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 can stand in front of your fam But I'm shootin' right through your mother 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 holding hammers If you coming to our shows and you go bananas And holding banners in support of Mumia Jamal Run up on you fuckin' pigs with the heaters and all I'm decieving the law, that's what I'm here for The reason why I'm drinkin' all the fucking beer for [Chorus] I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' Toss up the salad, fuck the profilin' [Outro] Yeah, yeah, baby Jedi Mind Tricks, Legacy of Blood What's fucking good? My man, TGR, Planetary [?] Dollars, QD, AOTP All my Brooklyn motherfuckers Block McCloud, [?], Pumpkinhead Non Phixion, Necro, what's good, baby This is our fucking year Jedi Mind steadily shine Pazmanian Devil Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind Harcore shit, '94 shit, yeah