Jedi Mind Tricks - The Fusion Centre lyrics

[Intro: Canibus (Vinnie Paz)] Yeah, Canibus, my man Vinnie Paz (Louie Dog, Hannibal, Canibus, Vinnie Paz, yeah) Yeah (Jedi Mind) [Verse 1: Canibus] An isolated regime that works twice the pace of your team These Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream k**-code received, you do not need to know what you need You will be uplinked to the feed The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Germain Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame Shuffling down the dark corridor, chasing the voice of the orator The light brightens more and more Your muscles tight and sore You fall to waist height then crawl as you are forced to recite bars From Ars Notoria, what is the origin? Metaphoric euphoria, lobotomize the audience Rap music recruited, those who refuse it Will be uprooted, then electrocuted, then executed Flesh is fluid, physically it's a stretch to do it You wake up cold, wet and wounded playing my music The strong believe in me, the weak try to weaken me But they are not allowed to speak to me that easily The fans get neglected, can't get their favorite record They only get to hear what's selected, not requested They are wasting your time, just think about that The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap Wisely worded speech, framing technique and thermal heat Bridges the verbal to the beat, providing earth for your feet I rip granite, the Universe shaped like this planet Nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged Virtuoso Vivaldi, Aleister Crowley With a baldy flow flawlessly, cathedral halls applaud me Red-Three-Delta they call me, in the Red Army Armory Talking softly, walking calmly, the officers saw me Cursing at the ba*tard commie, pa** the salami Rhyming offbeat, they poured me caffeine, not coffee [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] You'll never hear nothing as evil as this As this I carry desert eagles into the cathedral and lick My people are sick your people unbelievably b**h In Mogadishu counting money inconceivably rich A feverish pitch, I'll hit you so you bleed where you piss I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to Bis I see through the mist, I see you f*ggots weak in the wrist I ain't rapping no more, Pazienza speak with the fists I see the abyss but I ain't going there no more I'm too old so I ain't licking in the air no more Aiyo Bis who these motherf**ers that's thinking it's war In '88 the only white boy spitting it raw I kicked in the door, I spoke on metaphysics in awe But they was too stupid to understand the vision involved I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall But I'ma ride for you regardless if it's business involved