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Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know about this
What that nigga say? Enrich Oakland
Ha, gonna take that 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
shit whips your man senseless

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

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

We'll hook the track up, and I'll the, decisive factor
Yeah, niggaz can't dream to think about this shit
You can it but by that time 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 for mental renovation
With innovation it, embalmin fluid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 can't predict next

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

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

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

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

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

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

niggaz know