[Lyric] The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy The Death of 10000 Is a Statistic (Jedi Mind Tricks)

[Intro from ? & Vinnie Paz]
On the island of Guam, I had an out of the body experience
Immediately the lights began whirling in a counter-clockwise direction
Everything around me was brilliant light
And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside
He said "Julius, Julius my son, I have called you at a very special time in your life. You will help me close the world in your generation"
Yeah, One two
Jedi Mind forever and all that
Enemy of Mankind, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Stoupe hermano, I love you papa
Aight

[Verse 1: Boob Bronx]
What up pana(?)
It's that time, thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to
Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to
I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight
They be thrown in my way, gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye
They make us villains, I try to be the good guy
Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right
Hands black, don't worry how I jam that
Just know, grenades might blow
Your boys only blow in the precinct
Don't get exposed for acting indecent
Should be against the law, in school they used to teach it
At the house we been preachin' don't tattle tell
Rhymes would go to hell but hell always waitin
This ain't news to us we live from the basement
Don't bother unless you want a fuckin facelift
This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted
[Chorus: Stoupe]

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Off the wall like designs of Dior
Spent my whole life on the wrong side of the law
You should be careful on what's on the other side of the door
I move like an OG, both sides of Allah
And I (?) myself ain't nobody holdin' me back
And I hope somebody froggy, I will overreact
'83 in Venezuela I am holdin' a Mac, and mean that every single one of Vinnie's soldiers is strapped
When we move, mu'fuckers reinforcing the ground
Turn this pussy into glue if he horsin' around
Is you comin', is you going, is you lost, is you found?
Philosophy of illumination sorcery found
Ain't no Mr. Nice Guy, ain't gon' be collaborating'
Have a bunch of mu'fucker's clappin' like you graduatin'
Broke mufuckers still rhymin for blunts
Now everyone gon' bleed its that time of the month, pussy

[Chorus: Stoupe]

[Outro: ?]
And the psychiatrist heard about this
And he wanted to find out what was going on
So I told him my experience
Of course to his ? mind, I was off my rocker
In a few hours, they'd come and ?
They grabbed me, put me in a straight jacket, locked me up