Jihad lyrics

[Intro: CYCO]
Gladiator Music!
sh*t, n*gga, yao
n*ggas still ain't f*cking with me
Ya'll n*ggas still ain't taking my crown off my head, b*tch!
Yaaaoo
Pump it up, n*gga
Sutter Kain, n*gga! Insane Poetry!
C'mon! King of the f*cking white people
Motherf*cker! Yeah, y'all done f*cked up now
We came here to take back whats ours, motherf*cker!
Who started this sh*t!? You f*cking faggots!
Now bow the f*ck down!

[Verse 1: CYCO]

Now journey inside my lyrical catacombs
Wrestle style, snap your bones
In ? in half ? n*ggas in skin ? I been ? of beef with a N-B ? in me
Of a human specimen, back to the graveyard the spot his next to kin
Not Special in, ? the man for the murder who's got the fourth power
You can kill me, but I'll be back within a hour
See it's my lyrical catacombs you're following
Swallowing my patterns like my shadow
Will any of y'all like to battle? I don't think so
? them, n*ggas like
E 40 but not with game for that insane sh*t, that raising pain sh*t
Leaving your brain with tumors
Rumors that I was wack, have been squashed
So n*gga get out my way, I'm blasting more ?? bumps
? but these ain't ? box my vocals bust like peac*cks, and half these n*ggas
Bleed like they from treetops (cause)
I shoot n*ggas up like heroin
And busting up kneecaps with bats
Like a Serial killer Afro American!
[Chorus: CYCO]

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber!
On My right hand is the Qu'ran
And on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!
You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber!
On My right hand is the Qu'ran
And on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

[Verse 2: CYCO]

It's the new urban legend with a thirst, the ? weapons putting cheese in that wind box
To ? a curse blessing, not from your church ? I'm king of Merk ? he is a false
Professor ? in the earth heaven, I ? of circuits, gods of war with a appetite to bring
Armageddon with verses, I'm a carnivore on a track, and a ? fresh meat then
Speak the words of my 7 deadly sins, shoot this pickle jar I have your ? wicked
Sports Q-E-S-P-N witness! The black magic of a ? sentence! Suicikick war, n*gga
Check me in, Vengeance! it's a muscle boat to practice religion, when I know they about to
Savage ? Christians listen! I'm on a mission just to let them talons blow Psycho!
Insane poet black Edgar Allen Poe!

[Chorus: CYCO]
You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber!
On My right hand is the Qu'ran
And on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!
You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber!
On My right hand is the Qu'ran
And on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!