BloodBorn Enemy
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics


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I am the reverse of Christ, I am horrible, I'm the worst advice
I squeeze coal in my hand and then it converts to ice
My whole world is cold blood it's a serpent's life
I was fighting in Damascus with a Persian knife
I burn a motherfucker head, I'm in Hell's Kitchen
Fuck a cop, fuck a bitch, fucking Mel Gibson
The new wakata on the street smell different
I was rocking Jordan 7s while you sell Pippens
Everyone I crushed in a box
So talking to y'all is just like talking to cops
Call me boxcutter Pazzi cause I walk with the ox
And though he ain't here physically I walk with my pops
Yeah but physically I walk with the Glock
And if an officer is shooting then an officer's shot
I'm a fat guinea motherfucker, walk with a bop
And it ain't never been a question if he soft or he not

[Chorus]
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
Kill or be killed counter-attack

'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
Kill or be killed counter-attack

All I think about is crime, I forgot to buy a valentine
I'm out my motherfucking mind in a crowded line
Full-time murderer, no time to buy furniture
Rather re-clip burners than clip through the circular
Rather be a burglar than flip burgers
Any stitch at work will make me wanna commit murder
I am all thugs and drug friends, screams and blood streams
Guns that can sink submarines, clubs and love scenes
Thugs in hot tubs, queens and umpteens, Vodka, Rock of Love
Angels and adversaries, Raspberry Absolut
Hash and grass, V8 splash, passion fruit
Life is a battle, I'm out of sight with dim lighters around
Knife and a frown, just another night on the town
Endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row
Leave you all dressed up, no place to go

'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack




'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
Kill or be killed counter-attack

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jedi Mind Tricks' song "BloodBorn Enemy" contain dark and violent themes. It talks about the singer's life as a full-time murderer, where his world is full of blood, screams, and guns. He views himself as the reverse of Christ, giving the worst advice, and squeezing coal in his hand to convert it into ice. He has Persian knife fighting experience and burns people's heads in Hell's Kitchen. The singer feels like he's boxed in life and relates to cops.


The singer is filled with anger and takes pleasure in killing to survive. He thinks about crime all the time and forgets to buy a valentine, as he considers himself out of his mind. He prefers to clip burners rather than clip through the circular, and being a burglar instead of flipping burgers. He is surrounded by thugs, drug friends, and endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row. The chorus emphasizes the need to counter-attack, to kill or be killed, to keep up with his violent lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

I am the reverse of Christ, I am horrible, I'm the worst advice
I am the complete opposite of Christ, I am evil, and following my guidance will lead to ruin


I squeeze coal in my hand and then it converts to ice
I possess a terrifying power, turning coal to ice, much like how I can turn something innocent into something monstrous


My whole world is cold blood it's a serpent's life
My existence is marked by cruelty and deception, much like that of a serpent


I was fighting in Damascus with a Persian knife
I have a dangerous past, including conflicts in Damascus involving deadly weapons like Persian knives


I burn a motherfucker head, I'm in Hell's Kitchen
I am capable of causing immense physical harm, and it feels like I am living in a hellish environment


Fuck a cop, fuck a bitch, fucking Mel Gibson
I have a deep sense of hatred towards authority figures, women, and even famous actors like Mel Gibson


The new wakata on the street smell different
I have a heightened sense of awareness of my surroundings, especially new threats on the street


I was rocking Jordan 7s while you sell Pippens
I have a superior sense of style and status compared to others who are still struggling to make a living


Everyone I crushed in a box
I have a history of defeating my enemies, both physically and mentally


So talking to y'all is just like talking to cops
I do not trust others, and in my eyes, talking to anyone is like talking to a law enforcement officer


Call me boxcutter Pazzi cause I walk with the ox
I have a nickname of Box Cutter Pazzi, and I am always accompanied by my associates who are powerful and intimidating like an ox


And though he ain't here physically I walk with my pops
Even though my father isn't physically present, I still carry his influence with me


Yeah but physically I walk with the Glock
I always have my Glock with me, which is a symbol of my power and threat of violence


And if an officer is shooting then an officer's shot
If a law enforcement officer tries to harm me, I will respond with force and make sure they face consequences


I'm a fat guinea motherfucker, walk with a bop
I am self-aware of my appearance and proud of my Italian heritage, which is reflected in my confident swagger


And it ain't never been a question if he soft or he not
No one has ever dared to question my toughness or ability to inflict harm


All I think about is crime, I forgot to buy a valentine
My thoughts are consumed by criminal activities, to the point that I neglect even basic social niceties like buying a Valentine's Day gift


I'm out my motherfucking mind in a crowded line
I am mentally unstable and dangerous even in public settings


Full-time murderer, no time to buy furniture
I am a full-time killer, and my obsession with violence leaves no room for other tasks like decorating my home


Rather re-clip burners than clip through the circular
I am more interested in reloading my firearm and continuing to cause harm than mundane tasks like changing light bulbs


Rather be a burglar than flip burgers
I would rather commit burglaries and other crimes than work a low-paying job like flipping burgers


Any stitch at work will make me wanna commit murder
Even the slightest annoyance or problem at my workplace will trigger my violent tendencies


I am all thugs and drug friends, screams and blood streams
All my associates are violent and involved in drug trafficking, and our interactions always involve screams and bloodshed


Guns that can sink submarines, clubs and love scenes
I have access to extremely powerful firearms, and even in the midst of violent activities, there are moments of passion and romance


Thugs in hot tubs, queens and umpteens, Vodka, Rock of Love
My lifestyle involves dangerous people living luxuriously and indulging in vices like alcohol and promiscuity


Angels and adversaries, Raspberry Absolut
I interact with both good and evil forces, often while drinking alcohol like Raspberry Absolut


Hash and grass, V8 splash, passion fruit
My drug use involves substances like hash, marijuana, and exotic drinks like V8 splash and passion fruit


Life is a battle, I'm out of sight with dim lighters around
My life is a constant struggle, and I am always vigilant and wary of potential dangers


Knife and a frown, just another night on the town
I always carry a knife with me, and my default facial expression is a frown because of the constant danger I face


Endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row
I have had to commit multiple acts of manslaughter in a short period, leading to a life of constant horror and violence


Leave you all dressed up, no place to go
I have the power to destroy lives, leaving my victims with no direction or hope for the future


'Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack
I must respond to any perceived threat with violent force, or else face retribution


Kill or be killed counter-attack
My life is one of constant danger, and I must attack before the enemy attacks me




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To fancy clubs and restaurants
But I can only watch you with
My nose pressed up against the window pane
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And I, I who have no one
Must watch you go dancing by
Wrapped in the arms of somebody else
When darling, it's I
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