The Fusion Centre Lyrics & Chords By Vinnie Paz

Yeah. Can-I-Bus, my man Vinnie Paz.
Louie Dogs, Canibus, Vinnie Paz.

Yeah. Jedi Mind. Yo.

[Verse 1 - Canibus:]

I isolate the regime, that works twice the pace of your team
These Jedi Mind Tricks are no dream
Chill cold receive, you do not need to know what you need
You will be uplinked to the feed
The interest to the cave is carded by a statue of Saint Jermaine
Holdin' an oil lamp with a purple flame
Shufflin' down a dark coroner
Chasin' the voice of the orator
The light brightens more and more
Your muscles tight and sore
You fall to waist height, the crawl
As you are forced to recite bars
From Osnotoria, what is the origin
Metaphoric euphoria, labotamize the audience
Rap music recruited, those who refuse it will be uprouted
Then electrocuted, then executed
Flesh is fluid, physically it's a stetch to do it
You wake up cold, wet and wounded playin' my music
The strong believe in me, the weak try to weaken me
But they are not allowed to speak to me that easily
The fans get neglected, can't get they favorite record
They only get to hear what's selected, not requested
They are wasting your time, just think about that
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
Watch me word, it speaks framing technique
And thermal heat ?? to verbal to the beat, providin' earth for you feet
I rip granite, the universe shaped like this planet
Nobody understand it when my spit is mis-mananged
Virtuoso ???, Aliester Crowley
Where the baldie flow flawlessly, cathedral halls applaud me
Red Three Delta they call me in the red army, armory
Talkin' softly, walkin' calmly the officers saw me
Cursin' at the bastard commie, pass the salamy
Rhymin' off beat they poured me caffine not coffee

[Verse 2 - Vinnie Paz:

You never hear nothin' as evil as this
I carried desert eagles into the cathedral and lick
My people are sick, your people are believibly bitch
In ?? ?? you countin' money and conceivibly rich
A fevorous pitch, I'll hit you so you bleed when you piss
I feel sorry for any rapper that think he equal to 'Bis
I see thru the mist, I see you faggots weak in the wrist
I ain't rappin' no more, Pazienza speak with the fist
I see the abyss, but I ain't goin' there no more
I'm too old, so I ain't lickin' in the air no more
Aiyo 'Bis, shoot these mothafuckers that's thinkin' this war
In '88 the only white boy spittin' it raw
I kicked in the door, and spoke with metaphysics and all
But they was too stupid to understand the vision involved
I wish that we all had platinum that could crysten the wall
But I'mma ride for you regardless if it's business involved

Yeah. Vinnie Paz. Canibus, Rip the Jacker. Philly baby. Jedi Mind.