Souls From the Streets - Jedi Mind Tricks

[Verse 1]

My mathematical powers devour cowards as I spra words

Like acid rain showers, nations, you can't 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, it's damage

That my sintex causes, is irrepreble

'Cause 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 archer's mode, and sure plot

Of device, we shot twice, after the same arrow

Rush through life, it's 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 can't f**k 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 muthaf**kin' 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

Muthaf**kin' chest

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[Verse 4]

I speak double-double, cause double trouble never do I rumble

On a rule, my microphone sever clones

It's beyond binocalurs, sence the moody, six chromosomes

I'm no more less, no need to flex the evil, trip with the clip

I got the 6-1-0 flow, and 0-8-2 is my zip

Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip

No frill skills, or freestylin' when y'all wildin'

Im broadcastin all the way live from Philly's Long Island

I visualize cream, tech's scrap with infered beams

Stash keys, and tease, lickin' back so y'all can

My click of criminals, flippin' confortable

My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending

When I'm 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 I'm too cerebral

Lies, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section

Sanity's 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 straight's 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

Ain't nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit

I set and threat it, bust that tech son, it's not explicit

Exquisite, in divine rhymes I drop like jewels

The mic I abuse when I choose to break fool

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[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 can't manage to damage or even fathom the mental capacity

'Cause I harass these wack emcee's, 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, it's 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 emcee's on maggots

Inspect ya gadgets, my style switches cause I flick it

Return the mic, fixin' stitches, cause I ripped it

[Verse 8]

I can't stand like a maniac depressin'

That's been submerged in subterrarian eutopia

Why's the mansion that I'm 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 can't duplicate, cause this side

Can't be tugged, yo, one love