Clear Soul Forces - Blow Ya Mind lyrics

[Verse 1: Noveliss] Put up your lighters Your Highness has got the Midas For the blind kids, everything I touch turns to 3PO eye lids I'm fresh off winning a battle royal with 10 guys And riding a luge board on the freeway under a Semi I be the one, my lyrical weighs a ton Get in tuned with your spiritual What goes around comes around, life's inter tube Some call it Karma, but kicking raps is my Dharma Hold my notebook while the Samurai sheds his armor [Verse 2: L.A.Z] Do the exorcism look around Open mouths to spew the truth that I've possessed aloud Digesting vocals really Ouija at laying vocals down I found spitting I do it. now we used to be wishing like rubbing genies out You can't stop the rain how Kazaam didn't We shall invoke a different style, iller lyricists, bomb rhythm now [Verse 3: E-Fav] Bounce, bounce, bounce to the beats sh** that bang in the twelves and the sub woofers shuffle and rattle the street I be feasting with verbal ammo, rappers quickly stick to day roles Put them hands up and say "ho" Stacking dollars and euros Travel the globe for bills murdering rappers at will Building sk** that supersede time continuous real [Verse 4: Ilajide] A generous k**, to every MC lacking the sk** I'll paint an extraneous reel if you napping on ill You packing the steel? I'm slapping your grill like slabs on the grill Keep saying we some backpack as we jacking your Jill Then meals on the wheels, the food for thought if you know the drill Them Fruity Loops make fruity pebbles get them General Mills And I will not give an ounce for the bounce to pay me a bill I'm in it for thrills, to see how n***as'll drop when I spill (Uh) eat every MC getting served and feed they b**h the bill Real spit I'm tryna drop the sh** that b**hes feel (uh) My dick, I mean stick is popping like a blick If I was writing with a Bic, ink I'd be running out of it [Hook] If rhyme was a crime then I'm bout to blow ya mind It's your motherf**ing favorite and I'm bout to blow ya mind L.A.Z I'll kick a rhyme and I'm 'bout to blow ya mind It's the wordplay sensei I'm 'bout to blow ya mind I'm 'bout to blow ya mind, yeah, I'm 'bout to blow ya mind I'm 'bout to blow ya mind, yeah, I'm 'bout to blow ya mind I'm 'bout to blow ya mind, yeah, I'm 'bout to blow ya mind I'm 'bout to blow ya mind, yeah, I'm 'bout to blow ya mind [Verse 5: E-Fav] Tick tick My fuse, my wick Diminish quicker, slick focused and yolky lyrics hit Feel it tickle your liver, that shaking it made your body quiver Deliver rhymes more explosive than four c4 boxes bombing your lodges [Verse 6: Noveliss] Kavorkian on morphine, I don't feel a thing I murder fools and laugh with a bu*ter knife and a mic about to get surgical I ain't done yet, no guns yet, I'm Danny Larusso on the beach Mastering my technique watching the sunset, achieving balance with a crane kick Get your brain split, they should have never let me back in it Inspector Gadget in a straight jacket, go go gadget rap hands Throwing the mic stand like a javelin, you feel it in your abdomen The adamant subterranean savages, no relation to Macho Man Rest in peace, while I ascend the turn buckle And drop an elbow in your chest piece on the best beats [Verse 7: Ilajide] Uh, general Jet Li, my tiger dragon spe-cies Crouching, hid in your ex-fleece With the neck she's giving it Babble bouncing, dribbling, rea**embling n***as with rhythm And move when they feeling it, concealing the f**ing dope style Welcome to lockdown, the Kung pow coming with more flavor than sweet and sour The later now, to test your might, give me the mic I break it down To elements I'm peppermint freshely, rob your domiciles So hide ya childs, my flash kick sh** ripping like Charlie, Guiles [Verse 8: L.A.Z] 'Til I saw Van Vader he crossed paths with Vega I'm laying heavy cuts got 1-6 like genesis Playing the game of slaying lyricists Where you look for gold you find searching and digging for platinum Youtube gems Shining clearly I'll drape you in cloudy j**elry Supply your sentences, you're now listening to the judge and jury I make you listen clearly, drop some Visine that makes your vision blurry Bars will have the court adjourning, spit some more sh** [Verse 9: E-Fav] Spit some more sh** unscripted and explicit, solicit the hip hip lobby and cyphering With the visitors middle finger I turn it to ritualistic contract signing It's only designing was monetizing the rhyming Undoubtedly blind your optic like I got two f**ing rockets strapped directly to my back Here to terminate the wack, nah, cause this ain't that and that ain't this When I'm focused I hit, then we rocking this b**h Get the money and split [Verse 10: Noveliss] Give me the money, I master sh** Practice it with a laxative Belligerent lumberjack on the track sh** I want my axe back, been swinging a mic The last half of this rap on accident