Put Em in the Grave (Explicit)

Put em in the Grave - Jedi Mind Tricks
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
You roll and flow and spark
A bunch of animals like Noah's Arc
A rap that's so ill my flow just stole Jehovah's heart
My fist'll break a f**kin' boulder in half
When I was young I'd smack a stick off of your shoulder and laugh
I've chosen a path spoke on my emotional past
Spoke on everything from war to how the ocean is vast
My flow is too fast you can't contend with me there
Or it's gonna be a massacre Tienanmen Square
My pen is prepared and so the guns and the swords
And death the only thing you get for f**kin' with lords
It's stuck in some walls but Vinnie fought his way out
The double jab right cross what they caught in they mouth
I'm callin' 'em out anyone who f**k with my fam'
Thinkin' that they got away and they was lucky and BLAM
Buck 'em and scram don't use the shottie no more
They didn't think that Vinnie P was catchin' bodies no more
So who the next to get it
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it
So who the next to get it
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it
This is death and doom my occupation puttin' flesh in tombs
Whether or not you shot the aggression looms
I'm the one that speak the language of fate
I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate
My banger is great it split the top of your dome
Like the book of Revelation spoke of prophets and Rome
I'm locked in a throne whether you like it or not
'Cause I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot
I'm nice with the glock nicer with the semi's and tech's
But I'm nicest when I'm clappin' at my enemies necks
They tend to regret ever sendin' me threats
'Cause they know the only thing that they can send me is cheques
So who the next to get it
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it
So who the next to get it
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And lift up your whole hood like you got all you under it
I'm like Mark David Chapman with a Salinger book
Stalk my enemy and let the f**kin' silencer cook
It's down in the book that my competitors ain't really ready
The way my four pound turn your stomach to spaghetti
It's the Serengeti because it's hot here
The way the polizia set it on the block here
They pushin' rocks here in the dead of night
I take my glock and I point God like bread and knife
You f**kin' men or mice You shouldn't answer that
If my father was still alive he wouldn't stand for that
He wouldn't stand for how you act like a b**ch
Wouldn't stand for anybody who a rat or a snitch
I'm back in this b**ch we was gone for a while
'Til a shorty told me that he heard my song and he smiled
I'm strong but I'm wild they say I drink too much
The only problem that I have is that I think too much
P**sy