Outlive The War
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics


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[Hook: Block McCloud]
You don't really want a close encounter
This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track
The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts
Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas
Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass
Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch
"You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?" Fuck the rap shit
I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit
Probably make more 'cause a nigga don't pay no taxes
Access the gun's off the earth axis
Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split
Ruck flow is like "Fuck you, God"
I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job
Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew
Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too
I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth
Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? Shut the fuck up, yeah

[Hook: Block McCloud]
You don't really want a close encounter
This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I put you in the fuckin' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black
That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at
You read "Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that
And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat
I don't trust nobody, cousin, I'm a cautious cat
I see inside your eyes, it's where demonic forces at
Fuck around and get laced with the Luger
If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah
My place is the future, everybody say "The boy nice"
Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price
I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest around
I'm just sayin' I'm the nicest with the knife and the pound
I'm strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block
You the type to take a L and fuckin' call the cops
Cross the other side of street because you saw it's hot
Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, pussy

[Hook: Block McCloud]
You don't really want a close encounter
This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
Type you don't wanna fight wit

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I'm comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections
Even the mutha fuckin' devil was there when I blessed him
Better selection of clappers then you
Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you
I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament
About the war and our apocalyptic president
About how I studied the science of raw
How I carry Desert Eagle's and defy it's a law
My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses
They say I'm deranged, disconnected and dangerous
My rap is sharp enough to slash your fuckin' veins and wrist
I'll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists
My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust
It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust
Yeah, I'm tryin' to organize with people I identify
While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah

[Hook: Block McCloud]
You don't really want a close encounter
This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers
I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook




Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jedi Mind Tricks’s song Outlive The War talks about the violent world of MC rap battles and the fight for survival in a dog-eat-dog industry. The song begins with Block McCloud warning against trying to cross Jedi Mind Tricks, as the consequences may be severe. Sean Price’s verse extols the virtues of street rap and the power it can give a person, particularly when it comes to making money. However, he also acknowledges that embracing this lifestyle comes with risks and the potential to fall foul of the law. The second verse from Vinnie Paz takes a more explicitly violent tone, talking about his various weapons and how he’ll carry out violence on anyone who tries to cross him. He also criticizes President Bush and Vice President Cheney for the Iraq War.


Throughout the song, the chorus repeats the refrain “Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks, Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks,” which highlights the idea that their rhymes and attitude are not to be messed with. There is an underlying theme of survivalism, of needing to survive in a world that is tough and where competitors will do anything to come out on top.


Line by Line Meaning

You don't really want a close encounter
Be wary, my foe, for I come with a fury that may be too much for you to handle.


This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers
I sense that this man speaks with unwarranted confidence, as if he is in control.


I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place
I will not tolerate disrespect, and I will not hesitate to confront you.


Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
My skill with words is so great that it could have a physical impact on your body, causing immense pain.


And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
My prowess in combat is not a product of being a 'gangsta,' but simply due to my skill in fighting.


Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
I have mastered the art of striking, with lightning-quick jabs, precision uppercuts, and devastating hooks.


Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks
My ability to effortlessly craft intricate rhymes is akin to how a skilled songwriter writes catchy hooks.


Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks
You should be fearful of engaging in a physical altercation with me and my fellow Jedi Mind Tricks.


Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track
Listen up, I have created an amazing song, complemented by an impeccable beat.


The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts
I am a master at creating beats that are so good, they seem alive, and my lyrics are always truthful.


Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas
I have the keys to a luxury car, with some marijuana in the back, and I am driving at high speed.


Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass
I am gripping a firearm tightly, but I will let that thought linger while I focus on how I will deal with you.


Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch
Prepare yourself, for when I unleash my wrath, you will scream my moniker; Ruck.


"You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?" Fuck the rap shit
People may say that my actions will harm my livelihood, but I don't care about that insignificant nonsense.


I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit
In fact, I may even make more money selling illegal substances than from my rap career.


Probably make more 'cause a nigga don't pay no taxes
And I may be able to keep more of that money, because I don't pay taxes on my illegal activities.


Access the gun's off the earth axis
I have access to guns that are so powerful, they can seemingly alter the planet's rotation.


Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split
My enemies will be dealt with in such a brutal manner, that their hats may be split in two.


Ruck flow is like "Fuck you, God"
My rhymes are uncompromising and even show disrespect towards deities.


I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job
Sometimes, I feel like normal jobs would suit me better than rhyming.


Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew
My musical genre can be described as 'backpack rap,' and I am associated with other artists who share this aesthetic.


Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too
When I am not rapping, I may engage in activities that involve high-powered weapons and fast cars, much like the character in the movie Transporter.


I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth
In fact, I may even videotape myself holding my foes at gunpoint, recording their last moments with a clip in their mouth.


Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? Shut the fuck up, yeah
Don't try to criticize my rapping skills, Sean Price, and just keep quiet.


I put you in the fuckin' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black
You will suffer greatly under my violent wrath, as I possess forty guns that are pure black.


That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at
I could even kill you and send your spirit to the afterlife.


You read "Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that
In fact, I may even have written a book that you have read, like "Behold a Pale Horse."


And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat
Not only am I skilled in writing, but I also possess a stunning gun.


I don't trust nobody, cousin, I'm a cautious cat
I trust no one, as I am a naturally cautious individual.


I see inside your eyes, it's where demonic forces at
And when I look into your eyes, I sense that you may be possessed by demonic forces.


Fuck around and get laced with the Luger
You would be wise not to test me, or you may find yourself shot with my Luger.


If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah
And if you support those who wish to cause harm to the Jewish people.


My place is the future, everybody say "The boy nice"
My destiny lies in the future, and many people say that I am one of the best rappers around.


Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price
I have connections and spend time in both Philadelphia and Brooklyn, and I often collaborate with Sean Price.


I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest around
I am not trying to boast and say that I am the best rapper in the game.


I'm just sayin' I'm the nicest with the knife and the pound
But what I can say is that I am incredibly skilled with both knives and firearms.


I'm strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block
And when I confront you, I will strike you down with ease, because I am always on the block.


You the type to take a L and fuckin' call the cops
Meanwhile, you are the type to suffer a loss and immediately call the police.


Cross the other side of street because you saw it's hot
Or be so scared that you will cross the road to avoid me when you see me, fearing for your life.


Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, pussy
I am like Mike Fratello, a basketball coach who makes all the major decisions, because I too am in charge of everything.


I'm comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections
When I come at you, I will be armed with many different types of weapons, and will strike at various points on your body.


Even the mutha fuckin' devil was there when I blessed him
In fact, I am so powerful that even the devil could not withstand my assault.


Better selection of clappers then you
I have a much larger assortment of firearms than you.


Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you
Both Sean Price and I are superior rappers compared to you.


I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament
I am fed up with dealing with you, and every rhyme I write is an echo of my testament.


About the war and our apocalyptic president
I focus on themes of war and the disastrous actions of our current president.


About how I studied the science of raw
I often attest to my extensive knowledge about the foundation and elements of rap music.


How I carry Desert Eagle's and defy it's a law
And how I even have a Desert Eagle gun, despite the fact that owning one may be illegal in certain locations.


My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses
My violence is unmatched, and I move through battlefields with impeccable firearms.


They say I'm deranged, disconnected and dangerous
Some claim that I am mentally unstable, disconnected from society, and a danger to myself and others.


My rap is sharp enough to slash your fuckin' veins and wrist
My rhymes are so powerful and sharp that they could cut open your veins and wrists.


I'll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists
To test the limits of my endurance, I would not hesitate to plunge a knife into my own heart.


My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust
I long to fire my .40 caliber firearm.


It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust
And if I do fire it, it could cause you to bleed and die quickly in the dust.


Yeah, I'm tryin' to organize with people I identify
I am always looking to work with people that share similar values and beliefs as me.


While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah
Simultaneously, I take issue with the unethical actions of figures like George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, who have engaged in what could be considered genocide.




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@isaidelgado4331

Better selection of clappers then you
Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you
I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament
About the war and our apocalyptic president
About how I studied the science of raw
How I carry Desert Eagle's in defiance of law
My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainless steel

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@homagetv4481

Ayo.. Rape rap Adebisi the track
The beat beast master heat clapper speaking through facts
Keys to the 'lac we eat in the back foot on the gas
Squeezin' the gat leave it at that my foot in yo ass
Listen, bust a ratchet, scream "Ruck is back bitch"
"You gon' fuck up yo career ya hear?" fuck the rap shit
I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit
Prolly make more cuz a nigga don't pay no taxes
Access the guns off the earth axis
Axis of evil the eagle'll leave your hat split
Ruck flow is like fuck you god
I don't wanna rhyme I need a construction job
Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew
Big guns n fast cars, Transporter 2
I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth
Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about, shut the fuck up



All comments from YouTube:

@Thorvali

Seans verse on here is honestly my fav rap verse of all time..the flow is fucking perfect..i have to rewind to the beggining several times and hear it again before ill let the whole thing play..R.I.P

@123xrated

Keys to the lab weed in the back foot on the gas ⛽ big up Sean P

@user-yz2iw2fc9p

@Dar i think it's Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas.
Wow, that's actually such a sick line and it just flows so well. RIP Sean P

@BigBlueSwisher

Same here

@noemirodriguez2664

1qqqq1qq

@jay_wright

This fucking song gets me jacked at work, i can drop it on repeat all night, RIP SEAN P

@kennethborregaardrasmussen742

R.I.P. Sean P!

@LaundrymatCat

Weerrrrddd???😢 damn

@jestyaf2120

this is literally the best song ever made

@gordordf1091

one of the best :)

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