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Jedi Mind Tricks - "Souls From The Streets (1994)"
Lyrics to Souls From The Streets (1994) : [Verse 1] My mathematical powers devour cowards as I spra words Like acid rain showers, nations, you cant face them Erase them or I praise them, as my mind excites the wind Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire Or flood, draw blood from wack souls as I smack hoes Live concensive, or yes em, its damage That my sintex causes, is irrepreble Cuz vanity of my insanity force ya whole click to be divided You have just bear witnessed to dub side united [Verse 2] Who do you love' Bugs, styles and fresh And numb somes of soul, witchcraft The clutch is the archers mode, and sure plot Of device, we shot twice, after the same arrow Rush through life, its off this slug Advise me with words from death, and new com battles Far time left, and pure shot plug that way You marathron, let me down to grace the plate Full stagnant, touch I, but revamp the squad Gettin loops, saviate on contact [Verse 3] The triflyn four fists, sparks another spliff Bodies left stiff, you cant fuck with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving niggaz on they asses Smoking all the canibus, like the weed savage Rip dimensions and it matters, take an L You no challenge, I blow up, ya muthafuckin brain cells And leave you legal, the slang tongue spigel Cocks back the fifth, teflon starts to seek it Criminals on a move, set a threat Sip the moet, and let off the twin techs to ya muthafuckin chest [samples] [Verse 4] I speak double-double, cause double trouble never do I rumble On a rule, my microphone sever clones Its beyond binocalurs, sence the moody, six chromosomes Im no more less, no need to flex the evil, trip with the clip I got the 6-1-0 flow, and 0 and 2 is my zip Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip No frill skills, or freestylin when yall wildin I broke cats all the way live, on Vellys Long Island I visualize cream, techs scrap with infered beams Stash keys, and tease, lickin back so yall can My click of criminals, flippin confortable My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending When Im blendin in, dub side invincible Imperial, for lyrical tactics I react with signs to get ya ass kicked Indeed the face of evil, is the face told by me So I proceed to bleed my people, niggaz say Im too cerebral Lies, dub side, flippin perfection through your section Sanitys slippin, whose the next victim to catch a bless [Verse 5] Set a threat, I rip the mic and run race like an auto practice I inflect this verse leavin heads in they casket Watch this nappy headed villain, brutal torture is illegal I back down clowns with a four pound, as I defeat you Insert the lyrical slugs, that straights very A nickel plated verse I spit like a hollow tip steady Constantly, drop ya wack back with fire weapon This adolescent, keeps a clip full for street protection Aint nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit I set and threat it, bust that tech son, its not explicit Exquisite, in divine rhymes I drop like jewels The mic I abuse when I choose to break fool [samples] [Verse 6] With this course, I force many emcees out the galaxy Challenge me, I rip apart flows with analogy Now with me, got that establish and wrap ya cabbage with styles You cant manage to damage or even fathom the mental capacity Cuz I harass these wack emcees, in degrees I splatter universe, and mountain casaulties In the dark, my squad sells, blowin ya conscience My assumptions, ethotical, unstoppable, anthological I pull the trigger with mystical, my poetic Rip fanatics up, and rich with the sinical [Verse 7] Coming back from the city of Atlantic, its the hispanic Causing mad panic, with fat static for ya addict Automatic, I stick shift quick if you test me Left the ciphers, layin lifers, seen in one spot and attended That you get ya crews bruised in black and blues Put ya name and age on the front page, of the newspaper I drape my hood up on my carriage, damage faggots Quit the habits, feedin on emcees on maggots Inspect ya gadgets, my style switches cause I flick it Return the mic, fixin stitches, cause I ripped it [Verse 8] I cant stand like a maniac depressin Thats been submerged in subterrarian eutopia Whys the mansion that Im representin Is the feel competitin in suburbs Which has regenerated the etaric That kicks the subterric poetry on this plain of obscurity One element, top lyricist Intellectin with, d-u-b squad of imperialist With an innevator as the dictator So we can see you, liver clues with side and system views Heads emulate but cant duplicate, cause this side Cant be tugged, yo, one love [ Souls From The Streets (1994) Lyrics ]
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