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souls from the streets (edit) - dubside collective lyrics

[intro]
“hold up everybody, listen up, listen up everybody”
“as this we’re here celebrating the success of the contest, and all our brothers get back together”
“before it becomes too big, let’s see if we could, uh, do it like its old days”
“we’re the [?], right?”
“no game, no life, no man, alright?”

[verse 1: asopiconoclast]
fast mechanisms are flown, because i’m known around the globe
speaking of foes, you get froze with my prose
coming off or never saw, suffer loss ’cause i’m the boss
dirty as h*ll like ali north, west, south, the east, i’m a beast
eating emcees like a thanksgiving feast
straight a menace, i came to win this, so now you’re finished
a false image, you’re wearing masks like roxie dennis

[verse 2: yan the phenomenon]
time is [?]
time is k!lled, and still a fact
true thoughts emerged, but never surfaced to attack you
overgrown seeds from ill deeds are present
i’ve flown five troco stalks that touch tips of crescents
three, six, five for some seconds
ask abroad we bring in class from before
my fingers through the fence need too much to explore
marathon kids pressin’ pods for contact
release dead weight and blast from my drawback
swarms to migrate, swarm to irate
a feeble apparition suckin’ grams and flyweights
indeed, i ain’t lost even samples for dispersin’
[interlude: asopiconoclast & yan the phenomenon]
days of conversin’, status be worsin’
mass and pound create, so cr*p reversin’

[verse 3: yan the phenomenon]
it’s the, y’all i’m phenom, dropping a bomb like gnome
suffers a whiling and profiling, but i still remain calm
cause i’m a c*town resident, dubs i set in precedent
and when there is a sight, you know my crew is never hesitant
yo, it’s all a myth, that talk that philly is whack
we had to, ring the alarm, that’s why the liberty bells crack
in fact, in actuality, you know this city’s quite live
when we’re blowing up the spotlight, don’t sage an eighty*five

[hook]
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, so*souls, from*from, the streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”

[verse 4]
word life, look at your stripes like the bangers
angled in your ears like legions, deep in the region
you p*ssy leaking like v*g*n*l secretion
teaching each and every one of you motherf*ckers a lesson
when i’m rapping, i’m flapping gas like smith and wesson
i’m twirling, rear is h*ll bound
n*ggas claiming they worse when i was young
palace with births of derelicts, leaving the church of demons
made me this holy fool, the lord i try to go the extra mile
but manners and course, d*mn ass like axl foley
hold me dead, while my rappers in the fifty*six amassed
to spit up thug n*ggas don’t need a glove to catch the clapper
[verse 5]
yo, my stock comes off, iller than a psychodepressor
messin’ with hallucinogenics, so call the paramedics
statistics from my dome, the rich place heavily emphasized
understand my crew rises steadily
one step at a time, i take a rhyme, mastermind
we’ll throw it out, like a high tech crime, in perfect time
the second stick as i kick back
relax to exhibit facts, come write an exact, whack (what’s up?)
decrepit mc’s, caught in my lacks, yeah, convulsion
meditate microphone accelerates, cause an explosion

[hook]
“so*souls from the streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphi*”
“from the streets, so*souls from the streets” (yeah)
“so*souls from the streets of the illadelphi*”
“souls from the streets of the*”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, souls from the streets of the*”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”

[verse 6]
taking it through the turnstiles, rhythmatic profiles
bring it back a year ago to augmented styles
since i did up like dracula, i don’t check the hyper*nacular
scale of one and so on, we save us spectacular
silhouettes through the turns, don’t steal dramatics
addicts keep squeezing my tactics through the static
wish it happened sooner, i got dumbed at maluna
i got yanked out that b*tch like charlie’s uncle
[verse 7]
yo, i bust them c’s with force, incredible hits
poetical flips, bring force for medical kits
damage in the third degree, call for surgery
blood floods the rug inside the room for emergency
i clutch a mic with the touch of king midas
my grip whips up like a n*gga with arthritis
words become perfected, thoughts projected
sometimes it takes a while for your brain to inject it
real deal, ’cause that’s true sk!ll, the lyrically ill type
to k!ll mics when i flex, protect your grill
a solar flow probe
all stars, i’m the creator
and rock like the dyk*s, on american gladiators
can’t be out before, my knowledge is born
i smash brains and crash planes, on the white house lawn
and i’m gone!

[hook]
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets, of the*”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets, of*”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets, of*”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”
“souls, from, the, streets”
“souls from the streets of the illadelphiadaic insane!”

- dubside collective lyrics

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