Rise Of The Machines
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics


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[Mike Tyson: Sample]
I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart!
I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah!

[Vinnie Paz]
They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9
I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian
I'm ready for anybody who want war
Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl
You can't stall, we hold the black horses
I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
You lack rawness, you lack passion
You couldn't make it through war without rations
You just a homosexual; I think the gay rights movement
Should meet you and then invest in you
Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit
And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit
I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off
Snatch ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off
Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
And we blast until cover
Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother
(Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me)

[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)

"c'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on"
"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority"
"Power, down goes another rapper"
"Make way, 'cause here I come"

[Ras Kass]
Yea, yo, yo, yea, fuck it

When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby
Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd
Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks to be Diddy
No system electricity, spine the mind with it
Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check
Like 800 first week, 800,000 the next
They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex
Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes
But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though
Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes
Fuck bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows
My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody
Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body
'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac
Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the be -bop
We not confused, raps the nigga news
Each rhyme a "Minority Report", fuck Tom Cruise
Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic
Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit

[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)

"c'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on"
"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority"




"Power, down goes another rapper"
"...Make way, 'cause here I come"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Rise of the Machines" are a reflection of the aggressive and violent nature of the rap genre. The sample at the beginning of the song, which features former heavyweight boxing champion Mike Tyson, sets the tone for the rest of the song. Tyson's words conjure up an image of a ruthless, unstoppable fighter who is willing to do whatever it takes to win.


The following verses by Vinnie Paz and Ras Kass are equally violent and aggressive in nature. Vinnie Paz uses vivid imagery to describe how he is ready for war and willing to take on anyone who opposes him. He also takes a dig at those who are not willing to fight with their bare hands, implying that they lack the courage to face their opponents head-on. On the other hand, Ras Kass' verse delves into the struggle for success in the music industry. He gives a glimpse of the harsh realities of the business, such as the pressure to sell records and compete with other artists. He also touches on the topic of drug dealing and its connection to the rap industry.


Overall, the song showcases the darker side of the rap genre - one that is defined by violence, aggression, and a relentless pursuit of success.


Line by Line Meaning

They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9
I'm a fierce warrior, feared by all, armed and ready


I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian
I'm willing to fight even powerful figures like Rudy Giuliani with my machete


I'm ready for anybody who want war
I'm not afraid of any challenge or opposition in my path


Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl
You're no match for me in a fight, you can't even throw a punch


You can't stall, we hold the black horses
We're unstoppable, like powerful black horses


I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
I'm ruthless and disrespectful, I'll even attack religious institutions


You lack rawness, you lack passion
You lack the realness and intensity I possess


You couldn't make it through war without rations
You wouldn't last in a battle without supplies


You just a homosexual; I think the gay rights movement
You're weak and useless, not even fit for the gay rights movement


Should meet you and then invest in you
The gay rights movement should give you a chance and try to turn you into something useful


Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit
Your music is soft and unimpressive, just talking about flowers and love


And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit
Your music is boring and uninteresting like a poet rambling for hours


I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya fuckin' mic off
I'm dominating you, taking control of your music by turning off your mic


Snatch ya fuckin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off
I'm taking your book of weak poetry and getting rid of all your followers who are like you


Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is
Let's start a fight and demonstrate what true, hardcore rap is like


Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers
Authentic lyrics, strong beats, and real gun-wielders are the backbone of our music


And we blast until cover
We keep shooting until we can't see any more opponents hiding behind cover


Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother
We commit murder so easily, just like C-Murder (a rapper), who was Master P's brother


When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby
My rhymes leave you feeling terrible, like the teeth of Mike Bibby (a basketball player)


Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd
I come from obscurity but still represent the west coast like Jason Kidd (a basketball player)


Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks to be Diddy
I'm so dangerous that I'm the only fugitive who can slay women as beautiful as Diddy's (a rapper) girlfriends


No system electricity, spine the mind with it
I don't care about the system or mainstream popularity, I aim to inspire and motivate people with my music


Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check
I want to split my earnings with Billboard, the mainstream music chart service


Like 800 first week, 800,000 the next
I went from selling only 800 copies in the first week to 800,000 copies the next week


They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex
If I'm featured on the cover of Vibe magazine, I might brag and show off


Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes
Actually, I'm too lazy to show off, I prefer to indulge in alcohol and women


But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though
Even though I'm lazy, I still have the strength to pull the trigger of a four-pound gun


Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes
I attack my enemies with my entourage, for the sake of money, fame, and clothes


Fuck bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows
I don't care about money as much as I care about my talent and style, which are undeniably amazing


My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody
My friends sell drugs because there's nothing else for them to do out of love


Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body
My friend said he likes to shoot and kill people who think they're free spirits


'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac
I'll keep shooting until you give up or convulse like Vlade Divac (a basketball player)


Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the be-bop
My music is like a masterpiece painting, while I'm living a happy-go-lucky lifestyle within it


We not confused, raps the nigga news
We are not confused by the world, because rap music is our way of understanding what's going on


Each rhyme a "Minority Report", fuck Tom Cruise
Every one of my rhymes is a report from the minority point of view, not the mainstream view that Tom Cruise (an actor) promotes


Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic
Adversity is my muse, it's why I create music


Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit
My rhymes are highly contagious like SARS, infecting everyone who hears him


"c'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on"
Hey, let everybody know that it's our group when we get on stage


"While real MC's and DJ's are a minority"
Actual, high-quality MCs and DJs are a rare breed nowadays, and they deserve recognition


"Power, down goes another rapper"
We have power and influence over other rappers, and they're falling to our superiority


"Make way, 'cause here I come"
Get prepared and make space, because I'm about to come and dominate




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: AUSTIN J, KEVIN GORMAN BALDWIN, VINCENT LUVINER

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