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

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

Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten
And come up, like these punks won't even run up
And speak, we the reason that your 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, Because we cuttin' them dubs
So fuckin' fat, you gotta bite that, we got it like that
I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or

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

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

My minions were preparing for my birth to the black core
The pearl of persistence to your interest
Keep outside with fences
I make my rhymes and portable 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 us dirty devils never question us

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

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

Went to school unleaded no one in this 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 greatest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the limits of pressing in it
Projecting my image like a hologram, MCs
Shamrock deceased, Phes 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 in the air c'mon
Yeah, you know we stop Oakland California, ha

niggaz know