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Yeah, y'all don't know nothin' about this
What 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 she'll do me 'fore you miss
Sporty shit your man senseless

obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits
And come up, like these 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 this, and you be strippin' this
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 or nuttin'

We'll hook the track up, and I'll become the, decisive
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't dream to think this shit
You can bite it but by that time it'll be too
'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 it's meant for mental renovation
With innovation it, embalmin fluid

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

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

The burst of energy it's affordable of course
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 devils question us

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

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

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

We take no in rap, that's it, you wack
So get your ass on, nigga be in the cut 'fore I get my blast on
earl's how you're comin' at me, so I'ma brandish MCs
Until they vanish with ease, 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 only out for one
Domination, encasin' MCs they dreams
Evaded and slipped through the system

Mauled and touchy 'cuz we dissed em
you need to listen to this one
The tension thickens, your heart quickens
Damn near out your chest, ya can't predict what's next

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

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

A Hieroglyphics
Clearly distinguished from these niggaz
Playin' with the mic, suckin' peanuts
Tryin' to be Phes, freak it a twist

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

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

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

niggaz know