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Souls of Mischief - Batting Practice lyrics
A Plus] Yo nineteen ninety three New year new world champions Hahaha like this Yo the ill minded mack will find the facts I rhyme and acts niggaz bound til I'm attacks When niggaz say I can't rhyme I recline I'm the first to tell you I got G's in my verse who tell me It hurts a fella when I rip because I'm sly slick The nigga fly chicks ride dick with me I'm leaving niggaz stranded man that's how I planned it Landed blows with my random flows And it goes -- a little something like this And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do I split your bitch you better switch or I twist ya I play tricks like a mix When booty niggaz miss the beat I figure that they wack I go and get my bat and a pack of Swisher sweets Plus be ill when I bust the grill but we chill Who the fattest? {Hiero} It's batting practice [Tajai] It's no feat, how I defeat, weaker individuals set em up like give and go A heat seaker, I take a bat and brighten your features Beseech ya, proving I'll do that too Cuz when you, pulls my clothes on and shrouded I'm out with ya grip and you're pimpin so how did he do that shit, who dat kid, you're asking the masked man Who fly higher than NASA Ask friends what you need when I need your blockin Then I leave you knocked in Counts to call I scrubs em all With the quickness, using fitness, leave you fitless Who got a problem with me ripping all than I do I'm batting way more than you Hey sure you knew my rhymes was fly My lines imply that I'm fatter, next batter Chorus: repeat 2X It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all [Opio] Get the fuck out, I never struck out Better get the bucks out, and kick em down Wrecking, extreme havoc when I'm practicing That could mean a loss of conciousness when I launches this Back to the scene of the crime I'm never on sight Untouchable, what you pulled another hiest? Precisely, I's be the man that did it Said it, free up your posession never regretted No anthistetic so you're headed for some suffering Bufferin can't ease the aches and pains of my-grains When I trail this drain on your lifestyle Pull a knife while, you give it up, simp I'm a pimp got your hoe and got your dough and got the best flow in the universe, snatchin titles like a purse, niggaz be the spot in a hearse I'm worse, than the baddest bat crack [Phesto] It's Phesto so get your cash flow, I crushed em It's gone, right before your eyes, if you're wise Another hiest done nice when I slice your neck and snatch a duffle-bag with a sag and a tag in your crew, dag how you do Dangerous if it's your brain I bust they taking chains and stuff, from the victim eyes is suprised And I'm quick to size men, up with a swing to your grill What I planned difficult that's split your skull with a tool, if you ever fool, with us all Did you ever think, if you blinked I wouldn't get you for your links, and your cash and your minks Savage enough to keep my average up Puttin chumps in assume a new marking then I'm scots-free Watch me, duck into the night with your valuables I'm getting down with my tools Chorus [Casual] Hah, whassup? Tell me we ain't the best now That's how we do! Ripping shit Niggaz don't know... They ain't the best, cuz we be That's practice |
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