Willing a Destruction onto Humanity
Jedi Mind Tricks Lyrics


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Hotboxing the whip with piff from the ziplock
Guns come from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick Stop
Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Strip you for your little chip of the rock
Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for dead sifting through rocks
Gave your girlfriend my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands I should have rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick Glocks over chocolates in the gift box
Chase you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, each shot is a hot tamale
Spot where we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
Probably time to find a new hobby
Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Reckless niggas with more records than disc jockeys
Play their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part where they show the heart in the autopsy


Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it.
You already survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it.
How much have you learned in this life?
How much have you truly learned that makes a difference?

I'm a motherfucking headhunter, a cold winter to a dead summer
Doesn't matter the weather, I'm still a lead-dumper
You can find the fucking body in the red dumpster
20+ years, cousin couldn't dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
See it's the gutter that I rap
I nickname gats, they my butterfly effect
The boxcutter or the TEC
Some of my brothers is on their deen, some of them provide the wet
And some of them provide the birdos
Jail motherfuckers that'll buck you on their furlough
I run through a wall, never heard of hurdles
Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking herb though
I've been getting money since my third show
My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, only smoke the purple




Y'all just fucking stand around in circles
Me and Jus Allah controversial

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Jedi Mind Tricks's song "Willing a Destruction onto Humanity" talk about the life of a gangster who is involved in various criminal activities like robbing, gunning, and killing. The first few lines describe how he gets his weapons and pleasure from drugs, and then he talks about his attempt to rob a rich person. The gangster is ruthless and uses violence without regard for human life. The next few lines depict his violent actions towards the people he targets, such as shooting them while chasing them or feeding them hot slugs. The song ends with the gangster acknowledging that their lifestyle is unsustainable and will eventually lead to their downfall.


The song's lyrics reflect the typical criminal mindset, where violence and criminal activities are glorified as a way of life. However, the lyrics also show the consequences of living in such an environment, where violence and danger are always around the corner. The artist criticizes the negative impact of gang culture and the lack of a positive outlook on life.


Line by Line Meaning

Hotboxing the whip with piff from the ziplock
Smoking weed in the car while it's closed off with windows and doors


Guns come from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick Stop
Some of the weapons they use come from cheap stores, some of the weed comes from the corner shop


Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Planning to rob someone who seems like they are very wealthy


Strip you for your little chip of the rock
Stealing from someone who has very little to begin with


Stay equipped with the Glocks, you left for dead sifting through rocks
Keeping guns around and ready to use in case someone tries to steal from them


Gave your girlfriend my dick in a box
Had sex with someone's girlfriend


All the dirt I got on my hands I should have rocks in my wristwatch
The amount of crime he's committed should be equivalent to rocks on a watch


But I pick Glocks over chocolates in the gift box
Preferring guns over more innocent gifts like chocolates


Chase you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Pursuing someone and shooting them in a building


Feed you hot slugs, each shot is a hot tamale
Shooting someone with hot bullets that feel like a spicy food


Spot where we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
The place where they dump the bodies is very hot, like the Mojave Desert


Probably time to find a new hobby
Maybe it's time to stop committing crimes and find a new activity


Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Before the police start looking for them with police dogs and a group of officers


Reckless niggas with more records than disc jockeys
Criminals with more criminal records than a DJ's music collection


Play their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Their crimes are so newsworthy that they are reported on national news broadcasts


Play the part where they show the heart in the autopsy
Showing the part of a news report where the autopsy of the victim is discussed


Everyone of you is alive, your death has got nothing to do with it.
Letting the listener know that they are not going to die as a result of this song


You already survived many deaths, but you don't know anything about it.
People have been close to death without realizing it


How much have you learned in this life?
Asking the listener how much they have learned in their life


How much have you truly learned that makes a difference?
Asking the listener how much they have learned that has had a significant impact


I'm a motherfucking headhunter, a cold winter to a dead summer
Referring to himself as a killer who brings death in any season


Doesn't matter the weather, I'm still a lead-dumper
He will kill regardless of weather conditions


You can find the fucking body in the red dumpster
The dead body can be found in a red dumpster


20+ years, cousin couldn't dead hunger (Still hungry, motherfuckers)
His cousin has been in jail for over 20 years and is still hungry for success


See it's the gutter that I rap
He raps about the tough and dangerous environment he grew up in


I nickname gats, they my butterfly effect
He gives his guns their own special names and refers to their effect as the butterfly effect


The boxcutter or the TEC
Referring to different types of weapons he has access to


Some of my brothers is on their deen, some of them provide the wet
Some of his friends are religious, some of them sell drugs


And some of them provide the birdos
Some of his friends provide illegal firearms


Jail motherfuckers that'll buck you on their furlough
Inmates who will still commit crimes while on temporary release from jail


I run through a wall, never heard of hurdles
He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals


Manos de Piedra, I'm Roberto, you a fucking herb though
Referring to himself as the famous boxer Roberto Duran and putting down his opponent as weak


I've been getting money since my third show
He has been able to make money from his music since his third performance


My new Kel-Tec is berzerko, only smoke the purple
His new gun is very powerful, he only smokes high-quality weed


Y'all just fucking stand around in circles
Others are just standing around doing nothing while he is achieving his goals


Me and Jus Allah controversial
Him and his collaborator Jus Allah are often controversial and polarizing




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Written by: CRAIG PHILLIP LANCIANI, TRAVIS JAMES BOSTICK, VINCENT LUVINER

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