Tug Of War (1993) - Jedi Mind Tricks

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Adjust of bust to attacks the crowd

The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format

With four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns

These herbs’ll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar

Dip live and you just the point to ball

For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase

Overdrawn by the crowds who strikes amaze

Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few

So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that

Initiate words to come back, over tight

Nah, I’m different from these war heads

More treds on my adjectives

Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships

Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I’ll

The prospect tunnel, for me and Asan, Ikon

We rock broad neck, funnels to collect

The drips and moss, giving y’all punch and serves

No conundrum to our attribute of five foot

And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots

Indeed and they relax in conforts

They need to form and words to lose any casual sense

Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths

At the beginning squads find it hard to establish

A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician

Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies

Get caught in my harsh canopy of unhappy rhapsodies

Fragments are stagnant, we work with ultramagnets

My reverberation crush men to micro fragments

I gets physical in the forest of absolute malnutrition

My complex disposition forces crews into submission

Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch’s brew

On which is true, or which is you

Isolation plus, a reflux, I see buck

Who get the equilibrium shattered or crushed to bits

I throw fits, and take trips to other dimensions

My henchmen will bend them and get attention

As I destroy decoys and make noise

My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy

Fell into the soul, control what is concealed

If a void is not filled, my suicidal thoughts become real

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