[Produced by Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind]
[Intro: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine
Ikon the f**in' Hologram
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his f**in' clan
Holy land
Who spit the live sh**
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind sh**
The hot sh**
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would overstand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lawnmower man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
Greatest evils stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what
[Hook: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what
[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible
Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you
Seen inside the places of beyond
The dwellings of the Omn
Existing in Islamic pantheon
Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
Power blast wacking my path devour fast
I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourgla**
Devise your spell
Make demons rise out of hell
Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell
You fear the ill dire who sire in hellfire
I launch writers
Put your jaw in a gauze wire
Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune
Science to contortion your body into a coffin
Insane damage is done, you f**in' with the army
We beat skulls in the shape of a wet bag of laundry
What, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what
[Verse 3: Ikon the Verbal Hologram, Just Allah]
Yo, the gods are rhymin', they dramatizin'
You feel the poetic blow of the titans
We like a f**in' bolt of lightning
The three wise men, we at levels that defies men
Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men
Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms
That'll leave you laying dead in the womb like stillborns
The master herein, the ominous, the master spirit
Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics
Ikon the python, rappers are left strangled
I overlook the Earth cause I see it from sun's angle
Above the clouds, we sit high and we daze
Write a page, on how you a slave to worldly ways
Islamic marksmen, seeing the squadron
Could be a fatal mistake
Like the first sins of Adam in the garden
You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo
Explore realms, you left too confused to follow
Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds
Illadelph, Shambhala, n***a stayin' underground
What, motherf**ers
[Hook: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Jedi Mind
Heavenly Divine
Steadily shine in '99
What, what