The Executioners Dream - Jedi Mind Tricks, J-Treds

«Infinite…no you don’t fuck around with the infinite

There’s no way you do that…

Pain in hell has two sides, the kind you can touch with your hand

The kind you can feel in your heart

Your soul, the spiritual side;

And you know, the worst of the two… is the spiritual»

I’m leaf-twisted, but still kill your whole belief system

I speak wisdom, translated to street diction

A past victim of the governmental grapple

Now I slash you, I’m the slave wit snapped shackles

After cash rules, a-alikes move wit me

We murdered the fakes involved in the 360

85 face the truth, you’re too dumb

You burn at failed attempts reachin' the sun

I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed

Manipulate the Earth that you formerly believed

Even after you’re buried underneath the soil

Send a message to Hell, nobody grieve for you

Your physical mass is converted into ash

Allah’s wrath is engraphed on your epitaph

Spend eternity wit the underground forces

Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless

«You don’t even wanna test»

«Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»

«You don’t even wanna test»

«Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»

The rhyme mangler, seven angels of Angular

Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter

Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I’m hackin you

The author will scorch ya wit the torture of Josef Mengele

Sendin' you to the squared circle to meet me

To beat me won’t be easy, you’ll face theses of Nietzsche

Blood’ll apease me, raps are prehistorical

Cerebral a cathedral that leads you into the oracle

I’m horrible, I burn wit no time to react

Rewind DAT’s so fine I pull spines out the back

In time I crack minds that’s what the brain desire

Messiah pulls a pariah into the rain of fire

Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible

Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal

Final hours, the forbidden fruit they find desirous

Study rappers, bringin' wackness like Cabalah scholars

First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless

Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left 'em skinless

Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious

You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin' pints of Guinness

«You don’t even wanna test»

«Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»

Ayo when I rhyme

Fortunately some say I possess a Jedi Mind

So the force is with me (When I rhyme)

Son it makes me spit a fresh one

So when Treds is done, even a atheist will say I blessed him

And when my jam bang, better cop that

Fuck all these players who can’t hang, get a jockstrap

'Cause we drop bombs, better be scared

'Cause it’s either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns

We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war

And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours

So face us, 'cause you can’t change the laws of nature

We independent, it’s competition callin' us major

We major threats who deliver, so place your bets

We’ll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies and Avirex

We just spit shit too amazing, just shit

That when you face it you’ll see it’s a must-win situation

Ain’t no second chance (Anyway), not next to the champs

Because it’s our freestyle that’s gettin' grants from the NEA

We well endowed versus these rappers we tell about

('Cause us and them) Difference between takin' a L and a bow

«You don’t even wanna test»

«Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»

«You don’t even wanna test»

«Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless»