The Hunted lyrics

Intro (Jus Allah):
What's the f*cking deal?
Megatraum
Jedi Mind Tricks

Verse 1 (Jus Allah):
I’m beyond measure
My brain is a locked box with treasure
We opposite, your pain is my pleasure
Smacking your protector, chill in my sector
Mind of Malcolm in his way back from Mecca
Burn sess up, step up, have a gut
n*ggas stretched on their back
With their arms and legs up
With X’s over their eyes
Fallen into darkening skies
You talking in cries
Chalk tracing over your sides
Facing the wise, I take strides
The tides rise, split aside, the times dies
Jedi Mind, we deserve praises
I invade ya, heartless like the blue blazer
Introduce ya into Hell, we recruit ya
The bet I collect on debt for Lucifer
Blood papers: I don’t grade them, I just bake them
Tombstones: we don’t make them, we just date them
Chorus 1:
"I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word"
"To break it down to straight English, what the f*ck you want?"
"Grip what you treasure, we hunting for the pleasure"

Verse 2 (Vinnie Paz):
Yo, yo, I'm Jesus, my right hand writes diseases
My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness
I'm covered in blood wherever the feast is
I'm covered in blood wherever police is
I'm covered in blood wherever your niece is
I'm covered in mud from burying heaters
Vinnie Paz f*ck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases
Hit you in the chest till you don't even know what breathe is
We demons with blood-lust for heathens
Born through a storm on a sea with Galileans
In cold regions we rocking it well
And that's why every f*cking time I drop and it sell
And that's why every f*cking time I'm dropping a shell
And that's why every f*cking time I pop and you yell
Mock you in hell, you motherf*ckers can't stop us
You more overhyped than Elián González

Chorus 2:
"I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word"
"To break it down to straight English, what the f*ck you want?"
"Grip what you treasure, we hunting for the pleasure"
"I make it happen with the toast in your face, and that's my word"
"To break it down to straight English, what the f*ck you want?"
"We hunting for the pleasure"
Verse 3 (Esoteric):
I crack ‘em open domes
Leaving broken bones
Overthrow with the vocal tones
Rap, Postale and Vlone
I’m detaching my own skull so I can soak it in chrome
Take it back like I’m Destro’s clone and take my throne
Now I’m well-known, lyrically my skill is well shown
I’m deadly and epidemically in full-blown
And infect then inject
You looking at the face of murder
Abrasive words, now you looking like you’re Mason Verger
Your name is unheard of
I break you like an ape can break a turtle
pus*y, I’m like Willie Mays, rook
While you’re a 93 Joey Reed
Before you spit got motherf*ckers fighting over weed
But why I am able? Why you are unstable?
Why you got dropped from your own indie label?
Why you can’t sell your records upon your skinny table?
You barely even eating at your own dinner table

Chorus 2