DJ Kwestion mainly scratches choruses on the turntable. Kwestion is also a part of the group Skratch Makaniks. Kwestion, who is the tour DJ, was a replacement for JMT's previous DJ, Drew Dollars, who is no longer affiliated with the group due to creative differences.
JMT has collaborations with both regional MCs and rap veterans, including GZA, Kool G Rap, 7L & Esoteric, Sean Price, Ras Kass, Canibus, Percee P, Killah Priest, Immortal Technique, Block McCloud, Virtuoso, Louis Logic, R.A. the Rugged Man, Tragedy Khadafi, Chief Kamachi, Necro and Ill Bill. The group has sold over 250,000 albums in the United States and 450,000 albums worldwide, all of which were released independently.
The ninth studio album "The Bridge and The Abyss" was released on 22 June, 2018.
Muerte
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics
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Rappers just battle me for the glory
It gets gory
They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
Bury his body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
My territory, perimeter of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
Causing head spasms
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
Death is upon us
We slam like Adrian Adonis
Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas
Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel
When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax
I inhale toxins
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out to bury us
Jus Allah don't make threats
Leave your fuckin' necks clipped
Had you speakin' the manual alphabet
Seeing' me is death not repeated or done twice
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
Infect you
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
Indent your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the abode of the dead
Or resting in the Zions
A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions
Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread
The lyrics in Jedi Mind Tricks's song Muerte delve into themes of violence and power struggles. The opening line "A to the eye of the storm" is a metaphorical statement of the artist's position at the center of chaos and violence. The following lines describe the artist's perceived superiority over other rappers who are vying for the same level of fame and recognition. The lyrics then turn to violent imagery, with lines such as "rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm" and "inject you with the gunpowder pegs." The artist also discusses themes of control and oppression, with lines like "only 10 percent that's controlling us" and "the state patrolling us."
The overall mood of the song is aggressive and combative, with the artist painting violent pictures of themselves in control and domination of others. The lyrics reflect a struggle for power and a willingness to use violence to achieve it. The themes explored in the song are complex and multi-dimensional, highlighting the harsh realities of the world and the human experience.
* Interesting facts about Muerte:
* Muerte is Spanish for "death" and the song features several Spanish phrases throughout.
* The song was released in 2006 as part of Jedi Mind Tricks's album Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell.
* Jus Allah, one of the members of Jedi Mind Tricks, was not present on this song due to a hiatus he took from the group.
* The song features a sample from the film Windtalkers.
* Muerte was produced by Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind, who has produced several other albums for Jedi Mind Tricks.
* The album Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell on which the song is featured, reached #12 on the Billboard Heatseekers chart.
* The album was nominated for the Shortlist Music Prize in 2007.
* Jedi Mind Tricks has been producing music since 1993 and is considered one of the pioneers of underground hip-hop.
* The group has collaborated with many other artists over the years, including Army of the Pharaohs and Outerspace.
* Jedi Mind Tricks has been known for their use of esoteric and philosophical lyrics in their songs, often referencing religious and historical figures.
Chords: The chords for this song are not available as it is a rap song and usually does not have any chords.
Line by Line Meaning
A to the eye of the storm
Beginning in the calmest part of the storm
Rappers just battle me for the glory
Rappers compete with me solely to gain fame
It gets gory
The competition gets brutal
They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
My opponents are terrible, end of discussion
Bury his body in Missouri
Dispose of the defeated rapper's body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
Get rid of Gladys' equipment by burning it
My territory, perimeter of pergatory
My territory surrounds the border of purgatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
Cruel and severe actions against your group
Circulatory
Causing a disruption in your blood flow
Causing head spasms
Causing violent muscle contractions in your head
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Tear through your head like the character Phantasm
Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches
A holographic projection controls them and walks through religious arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
Abandoning your dead body in the forest
Death is upon us
We are facing our mortality
We slam like Adrian Adonis
We hit hard like Adrian Adonis, a professional wrestler
Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas
Attack and feed on innocent people like vicious piranhas
Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel
As powerful as Islamic farmers, no one can compete with us
When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L
When I'm writing, I destroy my opponents like 7L, a record producer
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
My presence in the league is intimidating and undeniable
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
After a battle, leaving you with severe exhaustion
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before you go, listen to more of my music
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax
Before I witnessed people making weapons from your body
I inhale toxins
I breathe in harmful substances
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
I'm intoxicated from drinking the blood of dead police officers
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
The authority figures who control and oppress us in a confusing and unfair world
Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us
Holding on tight to our beliefs, only truth can make us sober and aware
Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Acting recklessly because we don't believe God is watching over us
Only 10 percent that's controlling us
Only a small group of people who hold power over us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us
The state is trying to take away our individualism while they monitor us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
Although we're oppressed, we still seek ways to break free and find new opportunities
Dodgin' the pits and chariots out to bury us
Avoiding obstacles and attacks that are meant to harm us
Jus Allah don't make threats
Jus Allah doesn't make idle threats
Leave your fuckin' necks clipped
Cut off your heads
Had you speakin' the manual alphabet
Making you use sign language to communicate
Seeing' me is death not repeated or done twice
Encountering me is fatal and cannot be repeated
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
I mock Christ by being the first to attack him
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
Drugs wrapped in bands, leading you to a dangerous and sinful place
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
After using microphones, we dispose of bodies in a deserted or abandoned area
Infect you
Harm you in some way
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
Poison you with gunpowder-filled needles
Indent your forehead with hot lead
Shoot you in the head with hot bullets
Whether in the abode of the dead
Whether we are dead
Or resting in the Zions
Or relaxing in a peaceful state
A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions
Wasting time chasing wealth, like wild animals
Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed
Unleashed and tearing apart your body while you're malnourished
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread
Swiftly taking your valuable possessions like birds
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: KEVIN GORMAN BALDWIN, TRAVIS JAMES BOSTICK, VINCENT LUVINER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@A_Goat
Enter the eye of the storm
Rappers just battle me for the glory
It gets gory
They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story
Bury his body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
My territory, perimeter of purgatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
Circulatory
Causing head spasms
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Hologram has'em and walks through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
Death is upon us, we slam like Adrian Adonis
Swarm on the warm blood like malicious pirahnas
Islamic Bombers, no contender is parallel
When I'm on paper, devastate'em like 7L
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax
[Verse 2:Jus Allah]
I inhale toxins
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
The watchmen, that kill us in this maze we locked in
Side Cobra Clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that's controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while they stay patrolling us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin' the pigs in chariots out to bury us
Jus Allah don't make threats
Leave your fuckin' necks clipped
Have you speakin' the manual alphabet
Seein' me is def not repeated or done twice
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
Infect you
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
Indent your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the abode of the dead
Or resting in the Zions
Allah stay chasin' the dough like wild lions
Unchained tearin' your flesh we unfed
Flyin' through, like birds we takin' your daily bread
@BaldPaintBrush
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,--
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,--
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
@heybigskoal9519
I love this album. The multiple Wilfred Owen poetry reading samples are such a classy touch from Stoupe. Truly a perfect album.
@tylerbailey6885
Had to go back and see if this shit still made all the hair on my body stand up......yep. after all these years they're still one of the best
@owenbundles57O
Stoupe is one of the greatest of all time foreal.
@yuichi_ha_kushy
Stoupe doesn’t get the praise he deserves
@ericpendergrast6597
Anybody know the poem this quote is from?
@codyhammond101
@@ericpendergrast6597 the poem is called 'greater love'.
@dropagemonem
why does nobody speak about how astonishing the piano beat in the end is? stoupe the god!
@THVT_KDD
Fav part of the song definitely
@glebperch7585
Jus Allah's verse is one of the best if not the best bar I've ever heard, so fucking underrated.
@Big_Hogger
fr. hard as fuck opening verse