"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
[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
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