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Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know about this
that nigga say? Enrich Oakland funk
Ha, gonna take that shit

Man an MC
I got a tip fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol
For your missus, baby do me 'fore you miss this
Sporty whips your man senseless

obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits
And come up, these sucker punks won't even run up
And speak, we the reason that your is called weak
And our livelihood, as long as it's understood

The crew be rippin' this, and you be strippin'
Like it was hubs, why? Because we cuttin' them
So fuckin' fat, that you bite that, we got it like that
I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or

We'll hook the up, and I'll become the, decisive factor
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't dream to think about shit
You can it but by that time it'll be too late
'Cuz it's already been recited come rip shit

Ha ha ha ha
I try not to be, too
Everything I do yes it's true it's for mental renovation
With innovation laced it, fluid

Flew it through speaker do it make you want to seek your soul
Like Nat King Cole, my shit is
I a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases
Ages, before you heard a lion roar

My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the core
The pearl of persistence to keep interest
Keep evildoers outside with
I make my rhymes and portable and sort it for

The burst of energy 'cuz it's affordable of
There's more to throw, to the sharks, and the marks
Perhaps I use a of Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus
I don't discuss coming less than us dirty never question us

Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, of Mischief
check it out

It's the buster, the ill Pluster
My skills must abominate, who ain't rhymin' great I debate
The critical; the shit you say is pitiful
Your tank is empty and my shit is full

Went to school unleaded no one in this world ever it
Get by the crew dreaded, MC dicer, I'sa
Little bit wiser, but yo my is nicer
The ill price you pay is this, I slice MCs my greatest hits

We take no shit in rap, it, you wack
So get your ass on, nigga bomb be in the cut I get my blast on
Nigga earl's how you're comin' at me, so I'ma MCs
Until they vanish with ease, causin' damage with these,

Souls of Mischief in the
Hieroglyphics, Opio come rip this shit for the

Yeah, one two one two
Who me? Yeah see I'm only out for one
Domination, MCs chasing they dreams
Evaded and slipped clean through the

Mauled shaken-up and touchy 'cuz we em
Bitch you to listen to this one
The tension thickens, heart rate quickens
Damn near beatin' out your chest, ya can't predict next

I bet conviction is stressful, MCs that they wrestle
With the mic, all night, hopin' to
Excite, captivate the crowd, my momma proud, now
And forever will I drain, Souls of Mischief

The crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna
A landslide victory for the they all died
Nigga, yeah, it's like and-uh, it's like that and-uh
like that and-uh

A yeah
Clearly from these incompetent niggaz
possum with the mic, suckin' peanuts
Tryin' to be Phes, freak it with a

But missed, by a shot, I hope they all flop
I the mic as a concussive force
No for, preluckin' MCs
I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of

Holstering the of pressing in it
Projecting my image a hologram, reanimation MCs
Shamrock deceased, base Phes just the rest
A waiting antihistamine is distressed and
escalated as the mack of all trades

Yeah, uh huh
Souls of Mischief,
Throw your hands in the air
Yeah, you know we don't stop California, ha

Lettin' know