Contra - Jedi Mind Tricks, Killa Sha

The invincible huh?

Yeah ya’ll be seeing it

It is what it is indeed Stoupie

Ya’ll be knowing huh?

Let 'em know

Hold the device tight, when it’s time for a mic fight

You’re a pagan trying to battle someone who’s Christ-like

The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe

Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night’s light

Oh you hype right?

Well meet the soul benders

Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders

You roll benches till playing fear was fair game

Ya’ll got fucked up like sex on an airplane

That’s why we can’t change, we just ill

We blow trees, sip Ole E’s and spit real

The clip’s filled with the wrath that Cain saw

Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw

That’s why the brain’s raw, that’s why your veins pour

That’s why you copped my shit nine times at the same store

That’s why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed

And that’s why the Hologram counting up cash.

What?!

Looking for rappers who wanna battle

Don’t seem to understand that I’m just that bad

The underground rapper who be wrecking

Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like

Holocaust, rap javelin toss, the Sha’s the boss

I take what’s yours, pour poison in your pores

I’m down for the cause my nigga, not «because»

My soul wasn’t made to be lost, stop for the pause

I play 48 minutes hard without the calls

Slicing elbows through ya jaw, need I say more?

Fascinated with 44's and foul whores

Large gram cook-ups, and the ill drug scores

My captivating verses, that’ll open all doors

I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law!

«raindrops on the ground»

Looking for rappers who wanna battle

Don’t seem to understand that I’m just that bad

The underground rapper who be wrecking

Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like

Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster

Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya

Keeping L’s lit, sending pellets through helmets

Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with

Taking niggas out their element, rhyme fighters

Divine writers, time travelers, Sliders

Pale niggas act jail lifers

True tale is that they nail biters with the trails in they diapers

Shoes never walk nor land, explore land

I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran

Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death

I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh

Playing on ya wrist like strings on a violin

Dying in a blood pool wrestling Leviathan

Fucking wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks

Ya’ll suckas like niggas born without dicks