Yeah, push the button and the blows That right Niggas be actin' animals ain't right
Bustin' cannons they brandish those That ain't Put the Mayor in a That ain't
My firm is intense Leave imprints A was a infant when I I was gifted
Knew I'd be lifted when I get my turn to rip it did and we still in the shit We forever increase and decease Saliva flips when a geek to speak
Plea and the four horsemen Kick doors in You Like a drunk with no mo gin
One again with the sons of the sun I got love I come Put away gun, that's dumb
We ain't sissy nigga, my got some But I the one that want to be fuckin' up the fun 'Cause I rather have female company rubbin' me Sippin', bubbly lookin' lovely in of me hah
Then I out to the Hiero hideout And my lady friends out regardless if I turn the light out
That right That right like a gat burst That right
Ride to in a black hearse ain't right Roamin' the turf on a crack ain't right
Its all radio music, as The Rockettes Mindless sex objects make the cock get hard So you cant or see whats next While they the pollutants
And lock your district and send in lieutenants Shootin up your boulevard while you was MTV Double connect pinched caught you instantly You was a prisoner, they plottin' on seeds
Souls Of Mischief is different, we operate on they panic more 'em out like black Labradors Battle ram doors down on your headquarters yours 'til you're buried alive
Your homie survived, the rest is dead caught up Haters want my head up, so I'm preparin' to fight Whether Aryan knights or sheriffs of Nigga, I'm equipped like a to tear up shit right
In life everything's That right That's way a nigga, don't That right
Your left you for a square That ain't And now you see him That right
Man I'm hella and jobless That right My sister mornin' topless That right
They lied to us and us That ain't And if you ain't right death that ain't life
As they in to great depths We surpass the rhythmic arrangement, elements transpose and plummet I take it back to my roots, and infinite
Composition is intricate, jazz I rip it Passion indica, smash syndicate Before they can ask for sentiments and flow tear gas your After I the emblem
A symbol of the millennium Who the boy? Yeah, we anyone Peg chest and
Crush your velvet, your pelvic hat or your helmet spin in the cockpit of a plane And the tail Still my smooth
moves raps scat and Scoop fatten the groove flatten crew Could to you Word, it's my to cut back
Instantly direction At my of attack and leave tracks Dilapidated, and incapacitated When I ex-sling, I silk screen these words in chest
Spit the verbal, Burn MC's like Herbal And I do it faster the Grand National And twin with a Jose Cuervo
That ain't Nah for real That right
is my offering Fuck profiting off these profligate These paupers be proffering I patiently till the time is proper to propagate
My property Concentrated abated then ya and release it In increments seamlessly
I'm a like many a mantis is Though I'm not answerless that's my medication
Concentration leads to And conceptual interjections Incite insurmountable
In the sections my sharpest weapon Precise of life's lessons, scaled and detailed to perfection My imagination, the of deceptive perception Come, inspect my
Man they at the product That ain't I left her at the bus ain't right
You just a night option That ain't Man I would never trust no cop That ain't
I'm getting rich off tricks ain't right Man, fuck that That ain't
You confused and want to That right And if you ain't right that's death ain't life
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