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Destro, Jedi Mind Tricks
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Politically incorrect, the verse make
You shake like Tourette's Syndrome
Set the stage on fire, blowing the vet to dust
Burn your upper deck, scorch with the arsenal
Claim write-up and put a torch to your article
Son, I wrote that type of shit in eighth grade
On the lunch table, feel the shit, out of space made Q
Blaze more mature, lyrical reign of war
Rhymes flood and leave blood stains on the floor, for sure
Alphabetically putting together melodies raw
Planetary, I'm spitting, gripping and swelling your jaw
Banned from TV, my CD skit
Grip mics and y'all cats don't wanna see me flip
Believe me, bitch, Q-Dimension leave these hits
With A&R's, they fall when they read these scripts
You see me with Crypt, Drew, Syze and Des
In disguise, I flesh, then we paralyze the rest
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
Destro, our wires destroy all choice
Yo, I'm sick of these niggas, Syze, now I'm annoyed
My thoughts is back to head like bullets
Shattering your consonants, now the rest of your frame is left useless
Chance you take fucking with this Q-Dimended vet
Get stomped down, covered in blood, piss and sweat
If you ever make me run again to chase you clown
Call me, say the eight rounds to the back four pound
My sparks blind the light, turn night to day, day to night
Humble cat, people think my life style is trife
Let's see how trife it is when I set off the apocalypse
And the eternal dragon rises again, make a wish
Extra, Des is hurting niggas on the regular
Snap necks, break legs, arms, wrists, et cetera
No need for me to brag about my superhuman capabilities
Your whole team was just my example, you keep the memory
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
Yo, it's the mighty Syzemologist causing apocalypse
The sun can't define how hot it get, burn the populous
No way in hell you could conquer this
Ottomans, esophagus, rhymes will capture hostages
Bring 'em to the world where MC's are verbally vicious
Concerned to earn the word respect continuous
Bear witness to rap foes trying to reach my plateau
Get on attack mode and jab your skull
From the stage to the back row, my sound snatch souls
Explode to the game of hip-hop to take control
As supernatural as tongues split that make the sun split
That's the link B here to make your lungs slit
Bleed to death, punk, well, I'll see you when I get there
But beware, I still kill tracks with quick snares
Y'all proceed to an open mic, what for?
Plan, Syze and Des direct from Earth's core
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front
We came through to give you what you want
Q-Dimension in the back
Five sixes in the front, yo
Destro came to give you what you want
King Syze, I got your back
Yo, Plan, I got the front