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(Peplove talkin')
(Opio) MC's they diss but want to be subtle what can I say to disgruntle Heiroglyphics but then the rebuttle that's trouble don't want to get caught stuck on the mic I know what it's like I seen some niggas be victims last night a pitiful sight all four of them, they tight ..(Phesto) Disguise it between the lines, man, it'll be aight... write rhymes in the limelight can't afford excitement gotta be careful down low when I recite it (Phesto) Cause you niggas are weak immune to freakin shit surpressed 'em quarrenteened to malpractice but mics you need to be arrested bribery, for your recitals that suck dick infested, with your misconceptions you can duck, the mic with digress and babblin' disestablishin' the fact ya wack ass backwards destined unimpressive, much too lacking, you divulgin' exposin'... ya posin' comin from no new angles the same flows that keep us dozin' (Peplove talkin') (Opio) Got 'em terrified let's clarify this shit, who bit prepare to die for that _______ you crossed me you gets clips sendin' 'em shockwaves beatin his rhyme until it's concave leavin' his nerves wracked, his eyes glazed raisin em out the misconception that you stepped in the right direction Souls of Mischief is perfection you need to miss this cause we get down to business MC's if you resent us when ya rock on the fenders(?) (Phesto) So why resist that we the best at... what we do when ya'll are just decoration for the recreation fakin MC's with blatent disregard for making the bump my patience is up resign Heiroglyphics devine, refined you niggas need to find an assonine that's uninclined to rhyme confined to mindless behind a _______ and swift about a second, if in time trying to diss just bow and scrape cause Souls of Mischief whippin' niggas in shape (Peplove talkin') (Tajai) I guess I'm good at the game of natural selectiveness in the Wild Wild West where the beats got wild wise and niggas stayed down the streets from their grandmamas hoppin with the three four fifty poppin in their ______ cause that's how it goes, that's how it's gonna stay, rather toasty nuthin' like my day, you don't say I remember me, Snupe, ______, and Toure all them for days ready for the ______ and _______ with anyone who test but let me tell ya somethin though ma-n all that funkin' got is nuthin' but lumps and no pay now my only lumps is sums and the funk it just hums out ya high flying ______ ya system is stupid dumb a hint of wisdom come, each second ya grow so rememberin some shit ya wish ya didn't know like this, don't trust your bitch cause she's here with me just a skip to the rarity and bust a skit (Peplove talkin') (A-Plus) Hold up, I wanna explain you wack and shit you lack the gift I wanna smack you kid because the fact you did an unforgivable crime, wanting to rhyme against the smooth master I move faster, my crew'll blast ya and I bet you thought you gets no I see you (?) don't even entertain the thought that I'd be through slicin' you see a nigga like me constructs lines to buck minds you can't corrupt minds I'm givin these niggas tough times I'm above crimes with "I don't give a fuck" rhymes niggas love mine MC's see me as unkind with their dumb rhymes I can find and track black leave them standin' frozen people say A-Plus that man is chosen I'm the man with hoes and cash fast, to catch ya dozin there's no gimmicks, no ego trippin' no backwards flows and there's no fuckin' whistle Souls of Mischief is destruction easily destruct your facial tissue Heiroglyphics, never late to diss you (Peplove talkin') |
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(Opio)
First of all, for you pussies don't take it personal SOM is versatile that is irreversible I never submerge this style I break em down (?) while you were still trapped in trial and error catchin block (?) like a cold soundin' like the next nigga on the microphone we ain't stole no lyrics control ya still starin (?) prepare to spit so don't experiment you won't know where I went shiftin all directions and attempt to escape but wait the connections sensin aware of what terrors lurk so I'd be alert assess the damage, after I kick a verse it hurts... stoppin rappers dead in their tracks on wax I cannot be broken down on fractions the fantastic four... attach words together like a latch or a clasp when we pass the mic (Tajai) Cast the laser lights in your _______ you've been spotted everybody want it and only one crew got it {who} me, A-Plus, Op, and Phesto and if rappers ain't gained respect somethin they have messed up got _____ damn near white to black it's night crowding up the jock cause I have a _____ rock it like that my raps is mad as a phat thats why niggas dig em, give em big ups and burn sacks I'm gonna peel my cap for some dap(?) you couldn't match one of my freestyles if I was ____ of that ______ watch out, the raps be curvin' often comin' from Eastbound to every funk shack the hip-hop crowd is at leave my rhymes off ya tongue boy, you'll bust a lung your muscles numb, your crew cannot save you when we up in this mode of soul you get overpowered and that's just how it goes {Chorus} (A-Plus) Don't even think that Heiroglyphics was gone never that take a 4 to your dome to send you back you wack and I could never exist in such foul circumstances kickin' raps to serve your asses at lasts, some MC's who never spit a style from you nigga we the Heiro crew mark, and betta believe we gonna rock it for life I know it all y'all, we know it all, that's right I'm livin' tall y'all, you livin' small, no mic(?) well, I'm gigantic and never trippin' of your wise antics the plot is we gonna leave you plotless you know we got this game with the biatches don't give a fuck really coast you claim a nigga like me only gives love to who I'm supposed to ma-n ..check it out... you muthafuckas step the hell on back from the "O" and niggas know that we rock it like that (Phesto) It's Phes-rock clockin big time doe witcha small-time hoe going down like vinyl you know niggas try to play cool non-stop comedys all they ever gonna be they never gonna see the light... I hit em with some new variations in stereo inperceptively accerting every rhyme scheme in ya mind on the dime reconciling... that tactical approach half these niggas wit gats probably know it enough to shoot Heiroglyphics got ya back _____ through ______ the boys in blue with bitches who allow us to inspect them... strictly as objects of sex to take em down slow I never lose control it's all an illusion if my aim seems mainstream I'm a virtuoso {you's a fool} to fake to make any kind of complection we Hiero (Chorus) |
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(conversation intro - speakers uncredited)
Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and shit man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy |
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A-Plus:
I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 My only brother used to let me hear his Too-Short tapes "Beeitch" Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me 'Bout anything I could I get was non-stop in my cassette Or on my phonograph But in 94 I gotta hold my laugh in I be cappin' on this wave of overnight rappin' How dare you defy me, you're tiny Writtin' your first raps in 1990 Ya blimey behind me I did so many phuckin' shows for no cash Why you wanna dis a player? 'Cause you're slow and I'm fast To blast fast raps through the mass To surpass, you an ass Why dis a nigga 'cause he makin' his cash Tajai: Do it like that Since I was fresh off the tit my tat For word player match rap had nourished Straight from back and the present fressin' On the irreverent just hatched Fledglin' sap peddlin' Give me some tracks pal and I'll rap now Section of the... populations Plus the ones on the idiot box Showin' it pays to be a busta, tittes and cocks Exposin' we all slows a hustlas glocks samo No love for any muthaphucka Is that real of fiction? Made for TV reels, depictions Of the life you're wishin' To lead or led before you grab the mic Hieroglyphics like 3 to your head Ignite to all You besta pray you stay on (CHORUS:) (3X) "You wanna be fresh, We aint tryin' to be fresh, We aint never be fresh(dope dope)" Opio: I used ta envision the mic in my hand Rockin' shows, avoidin' the gold diggas Had it all planned out On a collision course to fail no doubt The non-believers said " Them niggas aint makin no clout" Now its about pounds and peace signs since we gotta contract We tracked through the bullshit Adaptin' to rappin' and act Sacraficial MC's believe Souls of Mischief strap em down to recieve tey blessin' Through the chest n' out the back Like that, they sly with your title in tact Hieroglyphics causin' chain reactions, back den Y'all niggas wasn't rhymin' but now its the trend Phesto: So just blend With a mask galvanised But my style disguises pseudo MC's Plastic over mastic bitin' Holdin' your tongues While amongst a soul searches Sarcastic when you was askin' Was we cashin' in On all this rappin' Inquirin' who wasn't aspirin' To be a nothing now desirin' Opposition 'cause conspirin' Sitched to hip-hop YEAH Its funny mo' niggas know me better than ever Mo' niggas see me actin' like they don't know me than ever I never... waste my time To refresh they memmories I'm in the breeze, controlin' MC's Like machines Cybernetic, psychokenetic Souls of Mischief sees the mic Then we shred it like this (Chorus then fade out) |
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Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin about this What that nigga say? enrich oakland funk Hah, gonna take that shit serious (verse one: tajai) Man f**k an mc I got a tip that's fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol For your missus, baby she'll do me 'fore you miss this Sporty shit whips your man senseless Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits And come up, like these sucker punks won't even run up And speak, we the reason that your shit is called weak And y'all our liveliehood, as long as it's understood The crew be rippin this, and you be strippin this Like it was hubs, why? because we cuttin them dubs So f**kin fat, that you gotta bite that, we got it like that I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or nuttin We'll hook the track up, and I'll become the, decisive factor Yeah!! .. y'all niggaz can't dream to think about this shit You can bite it But by that time it'll be too late 'cause it's already been recited Come rip this shit (verse two: del) Ha ha ha ha!! I try not to be, too tempermental Everything I do yes it's true it's meant for mental renovation With innovation laced it, embalmin fluid Flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek your soul Like nat king cole, my shit is gold I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases Ages, before you ever heard a lion roar My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core The pearl of persistance to keep your interest Keep evildoers outside with fences I make my rhymes audible and portable and sort it for The burst of energy 'cause it's affordable of course There's more to throw, to the sharks, and modify the marks Perhaps I use a parable of rosa parks, on the front of the bus I don't discuss coming less than us Dirty devils never ques-tion us!! Yeah, hieroglyphics in the house, souls of mischief Yeah check it out (verse three: a-plus) It's the grill buster, the ill plus-ter My skills must abominate, niggaz who ain't rhymin great I debate The situation's critical; the shit you say is pitiful Your skill tank is empty and my shit is full Went to school unleaded No one in this world ever said it Get beheaded by the crew dreaded, mc dicer, i'sa Little bit wiser, but yo my shit is nicer The ill price you pay is this, I slice mc's with my greatest hits We take no shit in rap, that's it, you wack So get your ass on, nigga bomb Be in the cut 'fore I get my blast on Nigga earl's how you're comin at me, so i'ma brandish mc's Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these Yeah!! Souls of mischief in the house Hieroglyphics, opio come rip this shit for the crew (verse four: opio) Yeah, one two one two Who me? ? yeah see I'm only out for one thing Domination, encasin mc's chasing they dreams Evaded and slipped clean through the system Mauled shaken-up and touchy 'cause we dissed em Bitch you need to listen to this one The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens Damn near beatin out your chest, ya can't predict what's next I bet conviction is stressful, mc's that bite they wrestle With the mic, all night, hopin to recite Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now And forever will I drain, souls of mischief supreme The crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna collide A landslide victory for the team they all died Nigga, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh It's like that and-uh (verse five: phesto) A hieroglyphics yeah Clearly distinguished from these incompetent niggaz Playin possum with the mic, suckin peanuts Tryin to be phes, freak it with a twist But missed, by a long shot, I hope they all flop I manipulate the mic as a concussive force No remorse for, preluckin mc's I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image Like a hologram, reanimatin mc's Shamrock deceased, base phes jus dissipated the rest A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded Phes escalated as the mack of all trades Yeah, uh-huh Souls of mischief, hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c'mon! Yeah, you know we don't stop Oakland california, hah Lettin niggaz know!! |
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[A-Plus] Man it's time for us to come back around
[Phesto] Man what's up A-Plus? [A-Plus] Nuttin Phesto, youknowhatI'm sayin? It's been a while, we coulda dropped the old shit a while ago and [Phesto] Man [A-Plus] Niggaz was lovin it, youknowhatI'msayin? And a couple of niggaz made that they thing so [Phesto] I feel you man, it's nineteen ninety-five You know we gonna come like this, it's no man's land [A-Plus] YouknowhatI'msayin? It's time to come anew YouknowhatI'msayin? YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause ahhh, I'm bout to make my money yeahhh And I know youse gonna make yours [Phesto] Ohh yeah, ohh yeah [A-Plus] Ya know, cuz niggaz ain't lavish [Phesto] Un-uhh [A-Plus] Niggaz ain't rich nigga [Phesto] Nah, nah [A-Plus] I, I be with those, my same potnahs And when I'm rich I'ma be with them too [Phesto] Ohh yeah, but I'm tryin to clock some scrilla you know? [A-Plus] Some major shit, and uhh, about these other niggaz Player hatin, talkin down and shit YouknowhatI'msayin? Make your money Don't trip off me, I'm tryin ta make mine [Phesto] Man we comin fat forever, you know [A-Plus] Ay Phes, you know [Phesto] Don't even doubt it, don't even doubt it [A-Plus] It's just natural Phes, it's natural [Phesto] That's how we do it over on this side Oakland, Cali-forn-ia [A-Plus] East side nigga, the real Death Valley nigga [Phesto] Don't trip, don't... |
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(Opio)
Say what, never under pressure, stress free we shock the mic, you don't impress me. I live the life of an mc no pretending, Souls Of Mischief rock tha house. So baby spread your wings now, and let me come on in, show you right from wrong you wanna do it again. Release all that pinned up aggression come caress and massage my dick, baby it's not a maraudin' stick. Damn right Hieroglyphics for life. Close knit while these others crews fight we write hits, as for us settlin' discrepancies with other mc's, it's a breeze. Cause I stay focused while they frustrated. Ease off the mic, don't cause a ruckus it's destructive, unproductive, see us we keep in touch with the one's that bite, yah some write to dis, but it's a miss match I guess I attract the wack backstage. We wage battles and leave em unscathed. (Phesto) It's Phesto, in stereo, Souls Of Mischief don't stop, don't quit. To everybody in the O, Hiero... glyphics rollers imperially equipped to eclipse, and overshadow the best with no stress just, the mic conceit. With my limits boundless, countless plus my prowess psychedelic funk for the female folk who wanna get into some mischief, submissive like I got em drunk, and I got em junked, with they knees hyperextended, weakened, speaking in tongues like a ventriloquist, until I quit, while these niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense, I don't respond simp. They just punks beyond dips. Infatuated with they lyrics never corespondent. I guess it never dawned on em that they don't belong on the mic like germs, I like to watch them squirm, convincin' me they styles anything more then elementary, but spermacidal is the title they've earned. (A-plus) I'm comin' from the land of dope, where all of these niggaz never planned to hope. You can either be the man to know, but my plan was writin' hella raw. Standing quiet cause I be the man ya like, to hand the mic, so I can make a dollar, and make ya holler. I never fake a scholar dumpin' rappers in a lake of water. I proceed to max, be pagin' Leed if I need the sacs, get the weed relax. In the O we knowin' where you at, be in the cut if you scared of them gats, cause Oakland niggaz be prepared to jack shit. I make my mail so I don't have to run that broke skid. Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock but yo I rock the spot. Hah... with that soul shit, I smoke a quarter and flow swift. (Tajai) Now phuck that (queen low)?. I'm talkin' half sips to the heads, lit's have a meeting of the minds nobodies leavin' till we all red. Went to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site to see, the music inside invitin' me to rip the mic if need be, but you know it's important that I pull the women with the jewels glistenin'... Whoo Only I can get the fly sister rumps to switch up, with a swisher sittin' on trompe. ( ? ), You niggaz step in hap hazard, to the stage was center T to the A's up in the zone solo, bitch niggaz should've thrown bolos, but you mist em, now even your miss is listed. I feel the jealous stares stuck at my back, ut don't drop the microphone until I feel I fully did that. Damn, who these kids that come to every single show, and always wanna pull they Roscoes instead of hoes. You better grow up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with, so just dole out with all that dumb shit. The Souls Of Mischief click down with Hieroglyphics. |
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and big nuts is what it takes to get up on the mic and enunciate or else your fate is disappointment but give yourself a break don't get disjointed from the point that you was tryin' to make ya know we destined to be fresh it ain't no secret 'cause these bitches runnin' they mouths I guess that's 'cause they detest us but just rock at them souls of mischief shows that 94 flow leavin' 'em froze with an infinitesimal amount of aggression for mc's but still digestable for the rest of you to ease up on it if ya wanna get with it ain't no opponents 'cause we pack with components to kill react if you feel you haven't been snared and trapped in the 92 that nigga Cas made y'all scared to rap the Hierollas take it as you may I never perpetrated to this day or did anything that they did only catered to the way that we created and dated to let 'em know we kickin' that straight shit that sacred dope rhyme related every time they congregated it was us definitely somethin' to discuss yeah [Chorus: (Scratching) "It Was You" (Repeated)] |
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It's kinda hot up in here, yaknowhatI'msayin? Why don'tcha sit down? What? Oh, nah nah nah nah What's this? Oh this is just a little beat by Opio, yaknowhatI'msayin A little tape of somethin Where's Opio? Oh Op, I think he went to his room, he was kinda tired or somethin Why'd he cut off his dreads? Aww he was sick of them fools always askin him about them Ohh Phes? I think he dissapeared after the show Man I ain't seen him since Where's A-Plus? A-Plus man... you know he off on some mission My friend's boo with him Oh for real? Ahh well I don't know about that But now, is that your ID? Yeah Let me see it Naw Ahh c'mon let me see it Naw Let me see it! I'm of age Oh oh aight *knock at the door* Oh man, what the fuck is it man? I hope it's not some jerky ass niggaz, hold on for a sec OK *door opens, Souls enter* Yo what's happenin? Ahh whassup? Whassup y'all? How y'all feelin? Hey this is fat and we got a twelve cents kids Yo straight chronic, straight chronic, bido, what's up? Hey nigga, another time nigga Nigga this hip-hop, this real Hey y'all didn't go the show? This is to the heart! Hey I got a girl up in here Man fuck that bitch! Yo calm down calm down This is hip-hop!! You understand what I'm sayin? You ain't real, what we can't get no freestyles? You ain't real, yo y'all made it now Yo y'all can't speak to your man now Hey, I'ma have to bid y'all goodnight man Hey FUCK you! Aight y'all, aight y'all, aight y'all Y'all stay up, aight Man fuck that, fuck that man! *door slams* Damn... but now what was I sayin baby? |
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(Opio)
I can't escape my thoughts, my mind spirals until the vinyl stops, hoot and survive the rock. Inspired by the biters who try us on for size disguised as rappez, but the lyrics are to massive. My syle has elasticity, I bounce back and take a new shape, you can't get with me. A true writer, my brain has the capacity, to outlast mc's. They reach inside of themselves a vast empty space, they'll never taste victory. I'm sick of these fake ass niggaz they all some bitches. I kick rhymes enriching Hip-Hop, with A-plus on my back we shock the world. (Bridge) (A-plus) Gonna shock the world...Gonna shock the world (Tajai) Whatcha say now. (A-plus) Opio gonna shock the world, A-plus gonna shock the world (Tajai) Watcha say, (ALL) Souls Of Mischief in tha House. (A-plus) A-plus without a doubt for real, if you without the skill to turn it out get your ass the cuttin'. You steady caught in your frontin' and y'all can keep on bluffin' but I gotta little somethin'. You ain't know what I got. Who do you think this is, when I rhyme I'm like like your daddy whoopin' on one of my kids. Look at this, another crew that's caught up in mix. Hieroglyphics turn it out. And now we all up in your shit. It's perfectly calculted, exceptionally rated, people be talkin' but I don't trip and I know they hated. But I be mindin' my business and as Ty as my witness, we won't die before we get these meal tickets. Now I'm a let you know how It's gonna go fo sho. I stack doe, unveil the mack show. And that's no problem, you got a crew go call em tell him withdraw cause we know that they ain't really ( ? ), come on y'all. (Phesto) We strictly satisfaction if they givin' up action, ain't a minute for slack, cause time is money baby. I can' thold it back, word to many stacs, Jocci, J-Biz we grippin' Martini & Rossi, niggaz gainin' no speed, smokin' ashphalt no Ty weed, straight Oakland style with the hash block, cash knots in my pocket would knock to blast. I put the e-q to ten, reminisin' about the hoes lastnight. Waitin' for this fool to bend a coner, a partner hit the gas like a champ, Bumpin' this... victory drums and that phat ass base line hummin'. Thinkin' about comin' up before the summer hit. Then bubblin' around my shit for doublin' shows, so promoters sold us more then four biggies with hos. And hourglass shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine, diamonds around my wrist is bliss, it's like this y'all. (Tajai) Punks perpetrate that rudeboy, I roll with Hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate. Sous Of Mischief man you no we comin' for you with Foldger's, keepin' flows up until they smolder and eventually crackle. Like you mentally in the back of your mind, you hear that fiendish cackle of mine, I've seen it many times. And I'm a say it again but remain unseen, cause y'all niggaz be sweatin' constantly remindin' me. I live amongst thieves who will bite these, but still they rhymes be spindly weight defficient. I leave them shorter then Viscious, cause them are weak, cause I gots to pull they hem up it's also known the way I do it just watch, get shot. It's all about the body rock, it don't stop y'all. |
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Verse one: phesto
Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken Making a mockery of you mc's, we grimace malicious parodies You're finished, allowing you to win is just not in us That's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all The wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed, you're small And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal Punk contention bitten for attention Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's Wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated By the innovative when I'm stimulated come pale To embellish I relish mc's overzealous who fail us Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless Frontin like they on some other shit Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact Well I belittle mc's, and hold no reefer But sho don't sleep I'm out Verse two: tajai We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed That's the policy, get from me, so I grab all I see And after that we out, in a trail of laughter Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained This ain't no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold One day I got up and I willed no rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as f**k Hollerin about the niggaz they buck Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked Lesson utmost, japanitos to one broke Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil I know, word Casino, I ant that ass like zebra skins Fidos keepin pins and needles Whether you tread or rest your head until ya Succumb to the voice that's deep within, you should know Chorus: It's time to let the weak shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! You should know, it's time to let that wack shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! Verse three: opio They say I'm too posessive, agressive I make a mess of mc's depress em, plessin em The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession If you're pressin luck self destruct I'm vindictive, so descriptive Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice 'fore I sink ice cold lyrics and you're sliced Through the mirror and it's right to the center Where it hurts, convert Reconsider the bitter, consequences You're defenseless against us, you go berzerk Ingesting mc's like clockwork, when I rock Murderous rhymes one time for your mind And drop dimes for them niggaz who don't get live Verse four: a-plus I reduce you to dust piles Plus styles'll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it So I own it, I make my grip tight It's like I'm nuttin nice when I'm writing rhymes to cut and slice men You wouldn't, I win every time that we clash I will surpass ya, a-plus a known flasher Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner You shouldn't even try, why was you on the Mic in the first place You even chose tbe track, see yousa nigga with the worst taste I make you niggaz disperse with haste My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates I think that I should be your human idol Makin mc's suicidal when they lose they title Chorus: repeat 2x Now, you should know, it's time to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Now you should know, you need to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that Souls of mischief rock the house My man big domino, yeah yeah Big casual, yeah yeah ... Pep love Can't forget jay-biz Westbound, north side, like that ... Hieroglyphics in the house Let that wack shit go |
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Phesto:
Everybody, come and get some get up and go. Get rid of that no- Can-do attitude And expand and brace the obstacles you face. Ain't no time to waste. Rhymin' pays. Never was it worth doin' crime to stay on your record when ya try to get And point it. I avoid it. Like being exploited. Couldn't leave my people disappointed. I know you want it, So i'm gunna flaut it. It'll be here and gone just that fast. You better bust that ass. Nothing's inconcievable. Anything is possible. Never let them deceive you. Tajai: Life's full of dilemas. I contend to that. I be looking out my window wondering "What will I catch?" Will it be... A good job? Huh? Two to the head? Huh? Maybe HIV so i can join the ranks of the living dead. But, hey Tajai gotta press on. I'm late for class As I think of the choices my life rests on. I could buss my gat, Cook some crack, Master calculus, Build houses, And make a stack. Either wayI Depending on the dues i pay. No, you can't go, So stick with it. You won't get it If you lay and stall. Then don't be in it for the long haul. Yeah, you know they wrong ya'll. But we gots to get it on ya'll. Chorus "Time's ain't fair But that's the way I play. No one can compare. And that's the way I stay. This is how we do it every singular day. So what you tryin' ta say? Well, let me show you the right way." Opio: If you're with me then you're all about making money. So throw your hands in the air cuz ain't shit for free. Nigga, Oakland California is the place to be. It gets hectic see. I just connect to free My mind And write rhymes, So I don't get caught up Or get shot up. Plus the fuzz think I got the product?? I don't cut lines, I don't have to. But if you look like a playa, they harass you. I make cash from doing shows from state to state. But still task on the run that license his plate. I don't trip cuz it's all in vain. Your daughter knows my name. Ask the broad the game. A-Plus: People applaude the Famous Never lame. Just rhyming to your brain, buss. You're acting and that's a shame. Cuz I set examples say in 9-tre. It's not a little joke. I gots to rhyme a little more, So I'm fin ta go And scoop a forty-o. I'm under 21, but then my sack is known as so. To the show we go Place a big stoge on the bridge, 8-0. A club with foes and hoes. I want high class bitches With the ass that switches. When I get them, they be due soon as the Ad. is finished. Make me me feel like I'm living on the wrong planet. Strong as granite. It's the Souls with the song that's demanded. Chorus Tajai: See only the paid gets to mack and frollick. They got their wallets. So, what's your holler? Strive to be a scholar. Attract the knowledge gained. Whatever called itself same. Attract the knowledge changed. To get you far in this game. Opio: Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip. Let the ladies melt, strip. To the bow, I'm slick. Souls of Mischief coming slicker than the rest confess. We press on. How I'm livin', from the break, break-a dawn. A-Plus: All ya fakes that's on , the microphone, Go home. I'm from the land, man niggas make you roam with chrome I stay at home. I like ta bone, I'm grown. I got a flow that's known. In the O, I hold my own. Phesto: Yeah, baby come and have a seat with Phes. Together we can defeat the stress And chill If you got that sex appeal. I'll caress you till the morning. On and on, annnnnnd, (CHORUS) |
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