SUPERNATURAL

SUPERNATURAL - Mind Tricks (Radio Edit) lyrics

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[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

[Buckshot] "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"

[x2]

[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

[Buckshot] "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"

[x4]

[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

[Buckshot] "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"

[x4]

[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

[Buckshot] "Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy"

[x8]

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