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Yeah, y'all niggaz know nothin' about this
What nigga say? Enrich Oakland funk
Ha, gonna take that serious

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

Them hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits
And come up, like these sucker punks even run up
And speak, we the reason that shit is called weak
And y'all our livelihood, as long as understood

The be rippin' this, and you be strippin' this
Like it was hubs, why? Because we cuttin' dubs
So fat, that you gotta 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, niggaz can't dream to think about this shit
You can bite it but by that it'll be too late
'Cuz it's already been come rip this shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went to school no one in this world ever said it
Get beheaded by the dreaded, MC dicer, I'sa
Little bit wiser, but yo my is nicer
The ill price you pay is this, I slice MCs with my 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 brandish MCs
Until they vanish ease, causin' damage with these, yeah

Souls of in the house
Hieroglyphics, come rip this shit for the crew

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

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

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

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

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

But missed, by a shot, I hope they all flop
I manipulate the mic as a concussive
No remorse for, MCs
I be cut with, the keenest of blades

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

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

Lettin' niggaz