[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 (Yeah), buck shots and start wilin' (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 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