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

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 whips your man

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

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

We'll hook the track up, and I'll become the, factor
Yeah, y'all niggaz dream to think about this shit
You can bite it but by that time it'll be too
'Cuz it's been recited come rip this shit

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

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

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

The burst of energy 'cuz it's of course
There's more to throw, to the sharks, and modify the
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, of Mischief
Yeah it out

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

Went to school unleaded no one in this ever said 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 MCs with my greatest hits

We take no in rap, that's 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 with ease, damage with these, yeah

of Mischief in the house
Hieroglyphics, Opio come rip this for the crew

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

Mauled and touchy 'cuz we dissed em
Bitch you to listen to this one
The tension thickens, heart rate quickens
Damn near beatin' out your chest, ya predict what's next

I bet conviction is stressful, MCs bite they wrestle
With the mic, all night, hopin' to
Excite, the crowd, make 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 they all died
Nigga, yeah, it's like and-uh, it's like that and-uh
It's like and-uh

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

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

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

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

niggaz know