[Tragedy Khadafi]   You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo   You know what I mean?   The God Jus Allah      [Jus Allah]   Megatraum is a martian, feeding off weed and cash   I dash from my ship in the Roswell Crash   You smash when you dash with the clashing ox   Saw you in half without a fucking magical box   Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock   I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked   Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen   We're ill marines with hand held killing machines   Steal dreams with the armored steel   Guard your grill   Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville   Following Allah's will, horror in the skill   Caught up in the real   Don't give me cause to kill   Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes   If I had to follow the moon across the globe   With the staff and white robe   I still hold metal   Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals      Chorus:   [Tragedy Khadafi]   Yo, last rites, we *fast to blast twice      [Ikon the Hologram]   Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice      [Tragedy Khadafi]   We smash mics, and blast too precise      [Ikon the Hologram]   Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights      [Vinnie Paz]   Yo, I'm savage   I write rhymes in pitch blackness   Any motherfucker that front, is left backless   Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes   Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is   It's Black Sabbath   Put a slug in his grill   'Cause Jedi Mind two five thuggin' for real   You ever think there might be trouble then peel   'Cause a motherfucker like me dumpin to kill   Y'all better pass the mic 'cause Vin's ill   Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields   I don't know how many kids my flow harms   My gun control leave y'all with no arms   Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies   Left in the path of the Paz *& Khadafi   5'9 tatted up, mad stocky   Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby      Chorus      [Tragedy Khadafi]   I hit the turnpike on dirtbikes with 2 heaters   On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia   Only thug guerillas *will react to this   The laws try to destroy *this black activist   Half of y'all is performers and actresses   I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses   Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted   I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it   I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off   With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on   Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off   Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft   It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off   Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patterns   I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons   *Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells   If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell   I've done lived in a cell   Did bids in hell   Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail