Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - Souls from the Streets lyrics

"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 On ya cipher, lyric 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 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, out of the same barrel Rush through life, it's off this slug Advise me with words from d**h, and new com battles Far time left, and pure shot plug that way You marathon, let me down to grace the plate Full stagnant, touch I, but revamp the squad Gettin' loops, saviate on contact [Verse 3] The triflin four fists, sparks another spliff Bodies left stiff, you can't f** with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving n***as on they a**es Smoking all the cannabis, like the weed savage Rip dimensions and it matters, you take an L You no challenge, I blow up, ya muthaf**in' brain cells And leave you leaking, the slang tongue speaking co*ks 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**in' chest [Hook] "Soul's from the streets of the Ill-a-delphiadaic insane" "Rhyme be coming from an illadelph state of mind" [Verse 4] I speak double-double, cause double trouble never do I rumble On a rule, my microphone sever clones It's beyond binoculars, since the 46 chromosomes No more no less, no need to flex the evil, 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 sk**s, or freestylin' when y'all wildin' I'm broadcasting all the way live, from Philly's Long Island [Verse 5] I visualize cream, tech's strapped with infered beams Stash keys, and tease, bickin' back sipping Don P My click of criminals, living comfortable My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending When I'm blendin' in, dub side invincible Imperial, for lyrical tactics I react with, son you get ya a** kicked Indeed the face of evil, is the face told by me So I proceed to bleed my people, n***as 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 6] Set a threat, I rip the mic and run race like an auto shop [?] I disperse leavin' heads in a casket box Watch this nappy headed villain, brutal 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 co*king back rapid fire weapon This adolescent keeps a clip full for street protection Ain't nothing complex about the way I co*k my biscuit I said a threat and bust a tech son, it's not explicit Exquisite, in divine rhymes I drop like j**els The mic I abuse when I choose to break fools [Hook] [Verse 7] With this course, I force many emcees out the galaxy Challenge me, I rip apart flows with my an*logy Now that me, got that established I crack ya cabbage with styles You can't manage to damage or even fathom the mental capacity Cuz I hara** these wack emcees, in degrees I splatter universe, and mounting casaulties In the dark, I spark cells, dwelling in dungeons My a**umptions canonical, unstoppable, mad logical I pull centrifugal, mystical, my poetics Rip phonetics up, and rich with the cynical [Verse 8] Coming back from the city of Atlantic, it's the hispanic Causing ma** 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 Bet 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 f*ggots With the habits, feedin' on emcee's like maggots Inspect ya gadgets, my style switches cause I flipped it Return the mic, fixin' 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 Philadelphia suburbs Which has regenerated neoterics That kicks 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 can see you, liver clues with solipsistic views Heads emulate but can't duplicate Cause this side can't be tugged, yo, one love [Hook]