Blood Runs Cold
Jedi Mind Tricks & Sean Price Aka Ruck Of Heltah Skeltah
3:56Yeah, Vinnie Paz, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap with a .44 banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya I pay homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers I'm with Allah justice, and we raw gritty Pits of Hell, Illadel' to New York City I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming And y'all more purposeless than a pacifist king You gon' die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics Genuine brilliance or innate madness Yeah, we all spin on the same axis And this chrome thing here, leave your frame backless The police always tryna aim flame at us So I don't mind when the pig brain splatters I don't mind, that we all gon' die soon I return to the silence of God's tomb There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin' My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed Wannabe MCs is shakin' So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin' My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed Wannabe MCs is shakin' So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't believe it Ladies and gentlemen, at this time We ask you to please rise, you'll never quit No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit Imagine a rhyme in its prime, from off the baselines Skyscraper verticals, support the hang time Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime Trace back to a few, from out a group of nine Who performed well, regardless to the price of the tickets Off or onstage, whatever, still kick it With the footwork of Freddie Adu, it's all new Now the rap commissioners, they wanna clone my shoe But the road's narrow, and it's difficult to climb With the heat, the wind and the fallen rocks combined It's hard to stay in line, the course is an obstacle Within each chamber, the force is unstoppable Lyrical swordsman, blades sharp, I cut out your heart MCs want no part in any type of conflict Because then I respond quick, it gets thick The problem goes beyond sick There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin' My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed Wannabe MCs is shakin' So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed There's no escapin', once my blade starts scrapin' My sword, indeed, make more niggas bleed Wannabe MCs is shakin' So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed Wearin' red trunks with silver trim, fightin' outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania This is how we do His game is tight, and there's nothing to do Pazmanian Devil, Frank Vinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang What's the deal, baby? GZA, Genius, Stoupe on the track, yeah My man Stoupe on the boards Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee-deep in the blood of their children Is that he who follows the pleasure of Allah Like him who has made himself deserving of displeasure from Allah And his abode in Hell, and it is an evil destination