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.
San La Muerte
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics
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Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
One-two, one-two
Yeah (Raise the gates)
Look, yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Listen
Yeah
Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I'm tired of this music shit
The [gooma] gon' move regardless of who producin' it
You dumb if you don't think that it's a shot gon' fly
I will cross your fuckin' T's and I will dot that I
I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip
You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch
He defied God so he had to get his name cursed
Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse
Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first
Every single line is by design to make ya brain hurt
High like a motherfucker, I ain't hit the ground yet
Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check
Twenty plus years, Ahki, I ain't lost a round yet
Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded
Nothin' ever is enough, everybody gettin' touched
Motherfuckers is runnin' up on me
The drama don't stop, get your whole block shot
All these shooters is runnin' up on me
I got a big street sweeper, I'm the hood Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers is dyin' around me
My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin' in the kitchen
I ain't fuckin' with nobody but me
So come hell or high water I'mma watch for the drop
I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot
Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell a cop from a ahk
I'mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop
Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills
Screamin' high-pitched, cryin' like he Stephanie Mills
Ain't no will or voice in this shit
Die now or die later, that's the choice that you get
It's moist and it's wet, livin' here is literally hell
Bodies stackin' when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell
This dummy broke lookin' at the bottom of the pipe
I'm comin' with the heater like the bottom of the ninth
That's Allah and that's my life, wanna see me it's nothin'
Just know that either way with me it's gonna be a concussion
Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up
Put his body on ice, slap him like a hockey puck
Nothin' ever is enough, everybody gettin' touched
Motherfuckers is runnin' up on me
The drama don't stop, get your whole block shot
All these shooters is runnin' up on me
I got a big street sweeper, I'm the hood Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers is dyin' around me
My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin' in the kitchen
I ain't fuckin' with nobody but me
The lyrics of Jedi Mind Tricks's song "San La Muerte" delve into themes of violence, defiance, and isolation, painting a dark and intense picture of the singer's mindset and experiences. The opening lines set the tone with a mix of bravado and aggression, as the singer questions if their mic sounds good before launching into a series of rapid-fire verses filled with visceral imagery and intense emotion.
The first paragraph sets the stage for the rest of the song, with references to violence and a sense of disillusionment with the music industry. The singer expresses a nihilistic attitude towards the world, declaring a lack of concern for societal norms and rules. They assert their authority and willingness to use force to assert their dominance, referencing the concept of crossing T's and dotting I's in a violent context. The imagery of carrying metal like a change purse and listing themselves as the top raw talent reinforces their sense of power and superiority.
In the second paragraph, the lyrics continue to explore themes of violence and confrontation, with the singer describing a state of constant danger and conflict. The mention of shooters running up on them and the reference to a street sweeper as a metaphor for a weapon suggest a readiness for combat and a grim acceptance of the violent reality of their surroundings. The trigger finger itching symbolizes a readiness to engage in violence, while the declaration of not messing with anyone else reinforces their sense of self-reliance and detachment.
The third paragraph delves deeper into the singer's mindset, highlighting their readiness to face any challenge or threat. The graveyard imagery and the comparison to a hood Grim Reaper emphasize their role as a bringer of death and destruction in their environment. The line about aiming the chopper at both cops and ahks (brothers or comrades) suggests a lack of loyalty or distinction in their targets, reflecting a ruthless and indiscriminate approach to conflict. The reference to a choice between dying now or later underscores the brutal and unforgiving nature of the singer's world.
In the final paragraph, the singer's violent tendencies and disregard for life are further emphasized. The imagery of body bags, machetes, and body parts being chopped up creates a chilling and brutal picture of their actions. The repetition of the chorus about being surrounded by death and violence reinforces the sense of isolation and desolation that pervades the song, with the singer standing alone in a world of chaos and destruction, ultimately highlighting the brutal and unforgiving reality that they inhabit.
Line by Line Meaning
It's node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit
It's not ideal, so be cautious when the gun is fired
Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get
Document the murder to see how many people are interested in watching it
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I'm tired of this music shit
I'm fed up with everything and everyone, including the music industry
The [gooma] gon' move regardless of who producin' it
The crowd will react no matter who is behind the production
You dumb if you don't think that it's a shot gon' fly
You're naive if you believe that a bullet won't be fired
I will cross your fuckin' T's and I will dot that I
I will cover every detail in order to complete the task
I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip
I will shoot the gun and hold it firmly
You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch
You're a fool if you listen to advice from someone unreliable
He defied God so he had to get his name cursed
He went against God and faced the consequences
Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse
Carrying a lot of weapons, treating them casually
Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first
List dangerous individuals and prioritize me at the top
Every single line is by design to make ya brain hurt
Each lyric is carefully crafted to challenge your way of thinking
High like a motherfucker, I ain't hit the ground yet
Feeling intoxicated but still standing strong
Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check
Emptying the entire magazine as if testing the sound system
Twenty plus years, Ahki, I ain't lost a round yet
I have been in this game for over two decades and haven't been defeated
Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded
Referring to an ancient Egyptian religious practice as the origin
Nothin' ever is enough, everybody gettin' touched
No satisfaction, everyone is affected
Motherfuckers is runnin' up on me
People are approaching me aggressively
The drama don't stop, get your whole block shot
The conflict continues, entire neighborhoods are targeted
All these shooters is runnin' up on me
Several individuals with guns are threatening me
I got a big street sweeper, I'm the hood Grim Reaper
I have a powerful weapon and am seen as a dangerous figure in the neighborhood
Motherfuckers is dyin' around me
People are losing their lives in my vicinity
My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin' in the kitchen
I'm eager to shoot, I am ready for action
I ain't fuckin' with nobody but me
I am not associating with anyone else, focusing on myself
So come hell or high water I'mma watch for the drop
I will stay alert no matter the circumstances
I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot
I will increase the number of deceased individuals like a busy location
Nowadays it's kinda hard to tell a cop from a ahk
It's difficult to distinguish between law enforcement and street gangs
I'mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop
I will shoot regardless of the target
Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills
He betrayed his companions and fled
Screamin' high-pitched, cryin' like he Stephanie Mills
Crying out loudly, in a voice similar to a singer's high pitch
Ain't no will or voice in this shit
There is no control or influence in this situation
Die now or die later, that's the choice that you get
Accept the inevitable fate, there's no escape
It's moist and it's wet, livin' here is literally hell
The atmosphere is suffocating and unbearable, resembling hell
Bodies stackin' when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell
Corpses accumulate as I attack them forcefully
This dummy broke lookin' at the bottom of the pipe
This fool is broke, staring at the end of the gun barrel
I'm comin' with the heater like the bottom of the ninth
Approaching with a gun as if it's the final inning of a baseball game
That's Allah and that's my life, wanna see me it's nothin'
Referencing God and his own existence, disregarding threats
Just know that either way with me it's gonna be a concussion
Be aware that interacting with me will result in a violent impact
Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up
Multiple casualties, weapons ready to dismember
Put his body on ice, slap him like a hockey puck
Preserving the body, treating it roughly like a sports object
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Vincenzo Luvineri
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Logan Zelius
"Nothing never is enough, everybody gettin’ touched
Motherfuckers is runnin’ up on me
The drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot
All these shooters is runnin’ up on me
I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper
Motherfuckers is dyin’ around me
My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin’ in the kitchen
I ain’t fuckin’ with nobody but me"
FIRE 🔥🔥🔥
overtflow
always fire
Kenny Lunacy
@51 Archives His fans wouldn't know this great Artist. Vinnie Paz.
51 Archives
Please keep your fanbase over there
Genghis Khan
Seen him live like 10 times and have his autograph on like 5 different things and every time I saw him he took a few minutes to talk to me. Real cool cat.
Bella Trujillo
He seems like a real decent dude. Some underground dudes be hella detached from their supporters after a while
The Blue Collar Baller
Jealous. Always been one person I’d love to see, let alone meet.
Fuckin legend.
Christopher Murphy
The Man Is Hip-Hop. Peace🙏
Genghis Khan
@Martha Vera burlington, vt all 10 times. Meet other Army of the Pharaoh's members too. Also got there autographs.
Martha Vera
Where u run into him
BaffledSquirrel21
I don’t understand why this man is so fucking under rated .... this guy can actually rap. Keeping hip hop alive