Supernatural - Mind Tricks (Radio Edit) lyrics

[KRS] My lawd We have served you greatly over the years And, and all, all we need is just A messiah (right right) to rid us of our evil lyrical intents My lawd Can you send us a messiah, that speaks the truth Through his lyrics? We beg of you "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" --] Buckshot (repeat 2X) Verse One: Supernatural As I step through clouds of dust Proceeding with the bust, sit down and I'll discuss I'm a chemist, yo brother what is this? Surrounded by twelve G evil lyricists Yo they're pointing at me saying, "Yo, who is this?" It's, the Supernatural, your arch-nemesis That comes to get down on the track like that As I turn DAT's and then I melt into wax I wrap them throw em like a baseball I bat dem Puffs of smoke, make my records turn platinum Just like that yo, you know that I'm rocking There will be no stopping "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" --] Buckshot (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Supernatural They said he couldn't make a record Said he couldn't kick the gift They said that Supernatural was a myth I'm much more than a myth, take another look Open up your mental got more colors than a comic book Graphically, I move to different planes In your cerebellum as I drain all ounces from your brain Penetrating through audio and video With no power of digital sound Get down, with my lyrical architecture Inside my freestyle lecture no one wrecks ya Desktop computer, typing in my rhymes Making them all proper so they all come on time Intelligence, on the track, just like that Irrelevant, you can pop it with your DAT "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" --] Buckshot (repeat 4X) Verse Three: Supernatural Aummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I feel vibrations Making the Earth start to quake As my skin starts to crinch I leap over buildings Do backflips, just like this I never front, ball my fists up and knock out runs Proceeding after puffing blunts or L's I ascend straight toward the heavens Lucky number embedded on my chest was seven Bold, continuing, while exposing through flows Freaking intelligence through my nose I rose, from the grave I'm a slave to the soundwave And my mental must obey "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy" --] Buckshot (repeat 8X)