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

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

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 your is called weak
And our livelihood, as long as it's understood

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

We'll hook the track up, and become the, decisive factor
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't dream to think this shit
You can bite it but by time it'll be too late
it's already been recited 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 mental
With innovation it, embalmin fluid

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

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

The burst of energy 'cuz it's affordable of
There's more to throw, to the sharks, and the marks
Perhaps I use a parable of Rosa Parks, on the 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

the grill buster, the ill Pluster
My skills must abominate, 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

to school unleaded no one in this world ever said it
Get beheaded by the dreaded, MC dicer, I'sa
Little bit wiser, but yo my shit is
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 bomb be in the cut 'fore I get my on
Nigga earl's how you're at me, so I'ma brandish MCs
Until they vanish with ease, causin' damage with these,

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

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

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

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

The crown tipped, to the side, you wanna collide
A landslide victory for the team all died
Nigga, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like and-uh
It's like that

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

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

Holstering the limits of in it
Projecting my image a hologram, reanimation MCs
Shamrock deceased, base Phes dissipated the rest
A antihistamine is distressed and jaded
Phes escalated as the of all trades

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

Lettin' know