Untitled (Bonus Track) — Jedi Mind Tricks

Ikon The Verbal Hologram

the lawnmower man smashes, through ya skull with battle axes we whip asses, with the jaunty daggers and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist stigmata and four gashes we bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right take they sternum and then turn em into my acolytes that's the sight of blood, that make a child stop that's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly father it's fatal, like a natal military armada we hotter, warriors from Atlantis couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is the mantis, who used the flame rod you couldn't physically bruise the name God

Hook- Ikon X2

we smash mics, and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

Jus Allah

we born builders, as life takes it's toll legends of the seven, embrace my soul transported off the planet, by a supreme force and told to return on the day of Pentecost I bisect the ways between Heaven and Earth and scramble messages from God into your church deception, blinds your perception my reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum the brethren, I cease the peace corps we follow street laws, engaged in Beast Wars the visionary bombs, with military arms aimed at that motherfucker with pitchfork and horns I sent alchemy throughout the galaxy to cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary you're trapped in, the core of corruption left a fossil, in my path of destruction

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Hook- Ikon X2

we smash mics, and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ

Ikon

I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil

Jus Allah

the man that handed down the powers to give to my people

Ikon

live under laws of bald eagle

Jus Allah

there's no tomorrow

Ikon

get trapped with the trenchcoat killers in Colorado

Jus Allah

blazin spark, feeling certain my days are marked live a life that conflicts with the ways I'm taught

Ikon

fuck it, we bring it hardcore, raw and ragged ya team must be hidin they balls, like a faggot

Jus Allah

I came with the light and gave sight to the sages black ink contained to write truth on white pages

Ikon

you're sliced faceless

Jus Allah

subjected to a massacre

Ikon

Jedi Mind, bombin your moves like John Africa

Jus Allah

we laugh at ya

Ikon

the devil is the bomber

Jus Allah

we unaffected as we protected by God's armor

Hook- Ikon X2

we smash mics, and blast too precise and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ