Souls of Mischief - '94 Via Satellite | Текст песни

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• Souls of Mischief
• '94 Via Satellite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The burst of energy 'cuz it's affordable of course
There's more to throw, to the sharks, and modify the marks
Perhaps I use a parable of Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus
I don't discuss coming less than us dirty devils never question us

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

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

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

We take no shit in rap, that's it, you wack
So get your 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 brandish MCs
Until they vanish with ease, causin' damage with these, yeah

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

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

Mauled shaken-up and touchy 'cuz we dissed em
Bitch you need to listen to this one
The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens
Damn near beatin' out your chest, ya can't predict what's next

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

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

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

But missed, by a long shot, I hope they all flop
I manipulate the mic as a concussive force
No remorse for, preluckin' MCs
I couldn't be

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