Jedi Mind Tricks — Souls from the Streets

"Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane" [Verse 1: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] My mathematical powers devour cowards as I spray words Like acid rain showers, nations, you can't face them Erase them or I praise them as my mind excites the wind Like spiritual incantations, time will clash, haunt ya cipher Whether concealed behind whirlwind fire or flood Draw blood from wack souls as I smack hoes With accessible decibels The damage that my syntax causes is irreparable The vanity of my insanity'll force ya whole clique to be divided You have just bear witnessed to dub side united [Verse 2] Or do you love bugs, styles and fresh and numb sums of soul Catch craft and the clutch is the archer's mode, and sure plot of device We shot twice out of the same barrel Rush through [?] slug Advise me with words from deaf mute com battles All time left, the pure shot plug the break You marathon let me down to grace the plate Full stagnant, touch [?] but revamp the squad Gettin' loops, [?] on contact [Verse 3] The triflin' four fifths sparks another spliff Bodies left stiff, you can't fuck with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving niggas on they asses Smoking all the cannabis like the weed savage With demented [?], you take an L You no challenge, I blow up ya muthafuckin' brain cells And leave you leaking, the slang tongue speaking Cocks back the fifth, teflon starts to seek it Criminals on a move, set a threat Sip the Moët, and let off the twin TECs to ya muthafuckin' chest [Hook] "Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind" "Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane" [Verse 4] I speak double-double, 'cause double trouble Never do I rumble or mumble My microphone sever clones It's beyond [?] since the 46 chromosomes No more, no less, no need to flex the ego trip with the clip I got the 6-1-0 flow, and 082 is my zip Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip No frill skills, or freestylin' when y'all wildin' I'm broadcasting all the way live from Philly's Long Island [Verse 5] I visualize cream, TECs strapped with infrared beams Stash keys, and [?], bickin' back, sipping Don P My clique of criminals living comfortable My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrendering When I'm blendin' in, dub side invincible Imperial, for lyrical tactics I react with, son you get ya ass kicked Indeed the face of evil is the face told by me So I proceed to bleed my people, niggas say I'm too cerebral Realize, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section Sanity's slippin', whose the next victim to catch a blessin' [Verse 6] Set a threat, I rip the mic and run race like an auto shop The silence left disperse leavin' heads in a casket box This nappy headed villain, verbal torture is illegal I back down clowns with a four pound as I defeat you Inserting lyrical slugs that's straight deadly A nickel plated verse I spit like a hollow tip, steady Constantly cocking back rapid fire weapon This adolescent keeps a clip full for street protection Ain't nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit I set a threat and bust a TEC son, it's not explicit Exquisite in divine rhymes I drop like jewels The mic I abuse when I choose to break fools [Hook] "Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind" "Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane" [Verse 7] With this course, I force many emcees out the galaxy Challenge me, I rip apart flows with my analogy Now that we got that established I crack ya cabbage with styles You can't manage to damage or even fathom the mental capacity 'Cause I harass these wack emcees In degrees I span universe And mounting casaulties in the dark I spark cells, dwelling in dungeons My assumptions canonical, unstoppable, mad logical I pull centrifugal, mystical My poetics rip phonetics up in ritual syllable [Verse 8] Coming back from the city of Atlantic, it's the hispanic Causing mass panic with fat static for ya addict Automatic, I stick shift swift if you test me Left the ciphers, layin' lifeless, leaving one spot empty Bet you get ya crews bruised in black and blues Put ya name and age on the front page of the newspaper I drape the hood up on my carriage Damage faggots with the habits Feedin' on emcees like maggots Inspect ya gadgets, my style switches 'cause I flipped it Return the microphone, fix the stitches 'cause I ripped it [Verse 9] I can't stand like a maniac depressin' That's been submerged in subterranean utopia My dimension that I'm representin' is the Philipedia suburbs Which has regenerated neoterics That kick esoteric poetry on this plain of obscurity One element, top lyricist Interlocked with D-U-B squad of imperialist With an innovator as the dictator So we seek [?] rival crews with solipsistic views Heads emulate but can't duplicate 'Cause this side can't be tugged, one love [Hook] "Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind" "Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane"