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Souls of Mischief - '94 Via Satellite lyrics
featuring Del the Funky Homosapien Yeah 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 fuck 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 fuckin fat, that you gotta bite that, we got it like that I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or nothing 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 cuz 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, embalming 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 cuz 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, encasing MC's chasing they dreams Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em Bitch you need to listen to this one The tension, to get your heart rate quickens damn near beating 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, hoping to recite Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now Never ever 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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