Souls From The Streets Lyrics - 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 

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[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 

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[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