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

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

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

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

hook the track up, and I'll become the, decisive factor
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't to think about this shit
You can bite it but by that time it'll be too
'Cuz it's already been recited come rip shit

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

Flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek soul
Like Nat King Cole, my shit is
I hold a 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 black
The pearl of persistence to keep interest
Keep evildoers with 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 parable of 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
check it out

It's the buster, the ill Pluster
My must abominate, niggaz 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 world ever said it
Get beheaded by the dreaded, MC dicer, I'sa
bit wiser, but yo my shit is nicer
The ill price you pay is this, I slice MCs with my hits

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

Souls of in the house
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 they dreams
and slipped clean through the system

Mauled shaken-up and 'cuz we dissed em
Bitch you need to to this one
The tension thickens, your heart rate
Damn near beatin' out your chest, ya can't what's 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 crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna
A landslide for the team they all died
Nigga, yeah, it's like and-uh, it's like that and-uh
It's like that

A yeah
Clearly from these incompetent niggaz
Playin' with the mic, suckin' 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 force
No for, preluckin' MCs
I be cut with, the keenest of blades

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

Yeah, uh huh
of Mischief, Hieroglyphics
Throw your in the air c'mon
Yeah, you know we stop Oakland California, ha

Lettin' know