Canibus, Vinnie Paz - The Fusion Centre Lyrics

Yeah, Canibus, my man Vinnie Paz
(Louie Dog, Hannibal, Canibus, Vinnie Paz
Yeah) yeah (Jedi Mind)

An isolated regime that works twice
The pace of your team
These Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream
Kill-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 bastard commie
Pass the salami
Rhyming offbeat, they poured me caffeine
Not coffee

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 bitch
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 faggots 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 motherfuckers
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