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

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

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

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

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 bite it but by time it'll be too late
'Cuz already been recited come rip this shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went to school unleaded no one in this world said it
Get beheaded by the crew dreaded, MC dicer,
Little bit wiser, but yo my shit is
The ill price you pay is this, I slice MCs with my hits

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holstering the limits of in it
Projecting my image like a hologram, MCs
Shamrock deceased, Phes just dissipated the rest
A antihistamine is distressed and jaded
Phes escalated as the mack of all

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

niggaz know