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(Opio):
Eighteen when a redneck sendin me deaththreats Cuz his niece fantasize about wet sex when I'm in her headsets She throw caution to the wind They want to put my third eye in the crosshairs and then Let rounds off But see life is a gamble I stay on my toes like (Ben Vereen?) And I seen plenty scandals (everyday) You sound soft when you speakin' You need ammo to turn Rambo you's a weekend warrior Oakland California will eat you alive That shit is weak you can try, you'll get slammed joe You get your hands broke swingin' on the man of steel You was butt early this morning now you kryptonite Mass appeal in the battlefield I had you killed You get lit up right in front of your buildin' For tellin' lies to children and sellin' homicide Come and get some real killers who won't let you walk on by Or that drama slide Man get ostracized Daughter cries cuz her father dies before her eyes Watch what you talkin' or you might see the same demise Dangerous times this ain't them kill rhymes (A-Plus) Chorus: We from a place that make you want to leave your gold home Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on (Tajai) Now we ener-getic kopa-setic never static fully automatic Very well rounded English boundless Classic spastic catch and try to grasp it with Massive missives hit from drastic distance Graceful swiftness spatially senseless Music enthusiasts Danger seekin' Dramatic dynamic action addict My rhymes are flame filled expedience game Real experience Flashburn MCs with thermal radiation Feel the ill change the command we aim To expand these parameters Phes-Delta, pencil beam ya rap amateurs Surface to surface, inertial guidance Throw your pilot Send 'em all back to the flow asylum Soul annoyed street sweep the (D E is?) a minefield For rhyme skill I travel in shockwaves and spine chills (A-Plus) Oakland Cali is a warzone Evereyday is gettin' harder as it goes on Souls, stick together like pros on Then we puff a cortisone and get our flows on In a place that make you want to leave your gold home Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on Yo, yo I'm already smashin' in a steady fashion One day I'll get a (fetty?) mansion I'm ready for action Without any distraction Chillin' with homies and some women feelin lonely No one dependin' on me henny sippin' slowly Through your dough off that buddha smoke Drinkin' a beautiful Tell you only if it's for you to know We arisin' and soon to blow And the timin' is suitable But I wonder what these niggas be fightin' and feudin' fo We do a show And the price would not fall And if a fight started off I slice like Darth Maul No diversion can deter the surgeon operatin' Exert & (be served?) if you don't stop the hatin' It's bad business like a virgin copulatin' Wired up with the coppers waitin' Without a condom and she ovulatin' I'm Eddy Haskell Ready to deal with any asshole Without any hassle, ha ha (Opio) Fuck a backstabbin' snake Slick, you's a snake Who tried to penetrate the clique, you sick I'm serious about this rap shit We serious about this rap shit We give a fuck about these hos that jock A rolex watch And give up the twat For some stones and rocks If you bulletproof vested & holdin' a glock Keep that shit to yourself man you sound like a narc. |
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from Souls Of Mischief - Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution (2004)
(SOM)
Last night! (A-Plus) Was incredible, unforgetable Seen some ass MC's Had to let'em know Last night! (Tajai) Had put my thang down Got my thang on Did my thug thang It wasn't a thang wrong Last night! (Opio) I thought it was just my mic level I can't hear myself & Plus turn up the echo Last night! (Phesto Dee) I took a five hour plane flight Spittin' at my homegirl via satellite Last night! (A-Plus) Idea was top the secret And you wouldn't belive it unless you peeped it She was off the chain, all-terrain All insane alcohol stalled her brain Last night I caught the right weed Had my body slow-mo but thoughts at light speed (last night!) Was a long one I was on one, a strong one Smoke it 'til it's all done Last night! (Opio) We out we out we out Forty miles over the speed limit On target like a bullet to the knees From the SWAT team when I'm Shootin' these in 'em Trigger kamikaze but two shots are hidden then Step into the station (Pass A-Plea the venom) So we can take a sip and let the poison get in 'em Ink off the mic like a vortex without a bitch or a Lex I get more affection Payin' no attention cause I learned my lesson Cold hearted bitterness so I never sweat them (last night!) Starstruck the Hollywood hoes in action Master your high watch out they backstabbin' Last night! (Phesto Dee) Chillin' where the city lights flash bright Burning rubber in a riddle livin' in the fast life That's right I saw the last of my ID's One too many a dem Long Island ice teas Act right You thought you was the life of the party Feelin' light hearted off the lime and Bacardi (last night!) I seen your girl at a red light Too conditioned for your highness but we did it all night Last night! (Tajai) Last night I spend my whole night out Met some hoes outta fest for low riders Mind hunters, lip gloss shine & hypnotizin' minor men And like a fool I invite 'em into my ride When we was already high but with tequila sunrises Jack & mai tais It was all over Wished I stayed sober cause I don't know what Happened and niggas keep on laughing (last night!) Oh that's right You was poppin' at the cutie with the big backside Last night! (A-Plus) Yeah I was watchin' movies on my sofa Knowin' Susie'd soon be comin' over Last night! (Phesto Dee) I cracked a cold one Then I smoked some but lost a whole bunch Last night! (Opio) We lit up the premium blend Hit it again and again and make the world spin Last night! (Phesto Dee) I rolled across the Golden Gate Bridge Headed for the O with Pep and Jay-Biz Last night! (Opio) I got paid before and laid after (Up in?) the mic and broke bread at the tabernacle Last night! (A-Plus) I'm sleepin' from drinkin' too early in the evenin' And Hennessy had me hurlin' and heavin' Last night! (Tajai) Last night I broke on through to that side Party til my body capsized Last night! (Phesto Dee) I saw the (locs plus it's off the tushes?) Lookin' voluptuous in capri's and petal pushers Hair brushes had us watchin' for the black and whites Evadin' the sobriety checks and spotlights Last night! (A-Plus) I smoked a bomb sack facial Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?) She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H-O I'm thinkin' how you know I was on the eighth floor? Last night! (Tajai) Last night was scorchin', blazin' An overload of endorphins This motorola is just torchin' Act like I be actin' brazen A'k the ladies I may push it but don't force it Last night! (Opio) This way configurate when we skate in a caravan Kickin' up dust and disappear in a sand storm Mash on the gas aim direct and escape To the next experience we do it heavyweight Lat night! (A-Plus) Got pulled over by the po-pers Wasn't sober they let me go but they took all of my dosia Last night! (Phesto Dee) We was compact deep in the backseat Goin' tone deaf from distorted fifteens Last night! (Opio) Check it out they was movin' too slow I was in the fast lane with the cruise control Last night! (Tajai) If you missed us catch us next time we ride Cuz you know we do it right Last night! |
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(Opio)
I'm so hard headed, I never listen That's why I cut class everyday it felt like prison Poppin' at your ex-girlfriend in detention Tossed her in the library got my duck sick then The next day I was jalapeno dick pissin' Raw (that need?) the vixen on a suicide mission Bad bussiness the pussy had me mystified Couldn't trust her but I risked my life Bad business my dog as my witness Tried to act church girl religious She had a hit list Bad business lucky what if syphillis Or the monster What you got that all for a boo? (Phesto Dee) That's bad business Spendin' all your time wastin' your time That's bad bidness that's bad bidness Yeah what do we have behind curtain Number three, ghetto fantasy Young buck sixteen, in a state of emergency Got you thrown in juvenile hall Cause you toss a marked car it's stupid Fit out a Lakeshore But you wanna bounce over the hill to thirteen? That's bad bidness Ten dollar genocide is senseless You wanna be a pharmacist? All you doin' is harming us What about Paris Robinson Medgar Evers and Huey They kicked you out of Oakland High Now you cuttin' up your doobie You'll be the butt of a few jokes Like Joey Buttafuoco, don't goof up And let your youth go lil' bro That's bad business (SOM) It's like that huh Mind your business Man these niggas be foolish Trippin' Mind your business Slippin' Mind your business What's that white shit You puttin' that in the joint Mind your business Aw this nigga's a fiend Slippin' Mind your business Trippin' Mind your business (A-Plus) Yo, yo now You sold some kid a O-Z But it was only, 24 g's You think that just cause you a O.G. You can short the youngstas But who's this fist clinched With a gat pointed at you damn dude that's bad business You rollin' with your homie Johnny In a stolen Mobby You lookin' slow and groggy Man get your folks some coffee You prob'ly ain't trippin' cause you off weed Then he speed crash now your ass got a broken body That's bad bidness Messin' with women with mental problems Two of my homies got killed like that They up in some coffins Stabbed in they sleep That shit is deep Prob'ly just got done waxin' they freaks Peep that's bad business (Tajai) When your mind is occupied with thoughts Of misdeeds hopin' you don't get caught That's bad business When the truth is obscured Made impure The speakers of it aren't sure anymore That's bad business When promises are made that you have to break Spoken in vain for accolades That's bad business When you accept a wrong Instead of correct a wrong That shit ain't to be slept upon That's bad business When ain't no one in the world You can call a friend Cuz you done screwed All of them That's bad business When you look into your own eyes and recognize you've become all that you despise That's bad business (SOM) How much you pay man? Mind your business Man these niggas are new Trippin' Slippin' Mind your business Slippin' Mind your business Hey, when'd you get out Wait, I thought y'all got five years Mind your business Man this nigga's a snitch Trippin' Mind your business Somebody's gon' get him Somebody's gonna get that motherfucker Mind your business What you sellin' crack, nigga Man that shit played out Mind your business Yeah this nigga right here is trippin' Mind your business Straight slippin' Mind your business You's a (futile?) puzzle flashin' tweakin' Burpin' sighin' peekin' Dude you're bad business Man mind your business Bad business Fool mind your business (SOM talking) |
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(A-Plus)
We meditate, we meditate to educate Educate we meditate to elevate (A-Plus) Now it's the rhyme ripper fittin' to split ya Spine to your liver Flash like a line sniffer I'm swifter Than Michael Jordan snortin' some speed And I'll give ya Much more than you need yo fly nigga Scorin' the weed sticky green'll make me high quicker Twistin' it and mixin' it with Bacardi lime liquor Beligerent kickin' it with (tati on?) the time ticker You could be a dyin' man with a mic but I'm sicker You rhyme wack as I bust like Leon Isaac Makin' peons slide back That don't be on the right track, we way off So now they stay soft like impotence But I say naw, I'd rather stay raw Magnificent rippin' it Givin' it all I can though Plus I handle devious scandals MISCHIEVOUS COMMANDO!! Luchini like Camp Lo Wreckin' the beats Gettin embassy's executive cheese (Phesto Dee) I'm the loose cannon aid on deck Detonate in a millisec Covered in a blackened silloutte And still reflects enough light To shatter your body like a pinyata Bobofet or Jim Cata doin' lyrical kapoeta The net to netta Smokin' purple fibers off the hedges Till it's resin And pledge allegiance To the essence Confront Phes rock Ever present with hesitance My tongue twistin' tornadoes Never miss your residence You cackling cacophonies Me and the mike is holy matrimony Tackling your phony flow matrix You couldn't absorb or deflect the impact With roll cages The soul aces Take you to that oasis (Chorus) (A-Plus) We meditate to educate Make my mind luminous Avoid the tricky and the ruth-eless Movin' swift The juggernaut force We maneuver this rap game What the bumboclat Woman act strange And get tipsy off the fat chain, Nigga splurgin' at the bar and thinkin' that's game Till they get you for your Chevy Beamer/Ac/Range If you lack Lack brains The facts The facts change (Tajai) Latch onto my concept In the context of conquest I capture, your conscience Move upon you with logic But it's so deep up in ya Ain't no way you fittin' to dislodge that I mean way up in ya Bend your mind like a fender How the (bought?) of my new agenda My deluge of lewd yet shrewd mental food will wet you And your crew So eschew from testin' my standard issue Let alone the cannons and missles for heavy damage aimed at those Grandstanding with petty anti-antics Can't match those, handcrafted by my many mechanics Who's skills run the gamut who will run the planet Any time I exert my will it's outstandin' To the point where you gotta hand it or hate and be mad It don't matter to me Over a bed of fresh beats its style au natural with no additives (Opio) Even if you brandishing guns and break laws I make you let the pistol go and praise God A dynamo Shinin' on the mike like a quasar They can't infiltrate the steel cage brain star I'm feelin' blood hounds all on my trail Like my lyrics was peruvian candy Not a fugitive Truly expanding minds with rhymes with the family Who be gettin' higher than the Andes The way I plant seeds deep in the underground Make the thunderous pound to get your heart pumpin' Spark up the kryptonite People gettin' lit tonite Indica-like, to try to simplify try Chorus:X2 (Opio: talking) We meditate, to educate, educate We meditate, to educate, to educate We meditate, meditate to educate We meditate, to educate, elevate We meditate, to educate, elevate We meditate, to educate We meditate, to educate Make my mind luminous Yeah! |
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Repeated: Your shape be...
(Opio) I got my eyes on you Visor's cool Ass be vast it's private school Imagination pornographic Memory is photographic why don't you Turn around Bend over so I can snag ya Polariods It's your camera You's a freak That don't matter You can be yourself as ya Spread 'em hold 'em squeeze 'em lick 'em Heart rate quicken Salami stiffen Never caught me slippin' I get all up in 'em bras I'm rippin' all these girls are gettin' tossed Gettin' lost In a frenzy it's all flimsy (-ex on Remy?) Genuinely melo-drab Killer crabs Recipe for mischief When I hit it Standin' up in the doorway Skip the foreplay Fuck what the landlord say I'm straight shake rattle rollin' you controllin' your shake. (A-Plus) If it was up to Plus Every girl would be voluptuous With some D double cups Yeah them double cups they wonderful Say baby won't you take me to your bungalo on the under though We don't want no one to know how the slumber go I got a blunt to blow If you don't smoke then I'll take it facial Angels done up and blessed you Baby you somethin' special Let me undress you Baby go in your thong Make me gain some extra weight cuz somethin' growin' is long for ya & if your nasty I might even write a song for ya & all the while I'm thinkin' in my head it's on nigga Girl you so pretty & you got them tig old bitties I know You fin a hit me when we rippin' in your city ain't ya Repeated: Your shape be... |
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(Chorus: Tajai)
Touched insane deranged and such But my mind still thinks in the clutch You run up you get, touched Molested marauded messed with I'm charged with electric current And burn'em so don't, touch Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom Thoughts consume man I got that Touched panache pizzaz A feel for the real Skill and lots of that So I just build now (Opio) While you throwin' punchlines I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow!) Acupuncture smackin' damn nerds like heroine Swimmin' with sharks I'm off the (Fairline?) Islands They sense blood in they gills but a nigga will survive man Automatic darts hypnotic talk Alive and aware come prepared to collide you'se a dead man walkin' And I'm the executioner connivin' like Lex Luthor What they shootin' for? (Tajai) Man, I make these corny rappers respire Break'em for their dapper atire Then throw that ass in the fire And ain't no use in askin' me why FUCK YOU! that's my reply Step back from the mike Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right (A-Plus) Niggas be actin' like They be rappin' tight, but they lost Like in the black of night Soon to be my sacrifice Better be wary of the legendary Cuz your spot at the cemetery isn't temporary Have you shook up like kids who mention Carrie Or Bloody Mary if you rappin' near me Positively somethin' gon' happen really I ain't got no back up in me I stay managed Wether you chill or pack a semi You can't manage (Phesto Dee) We gargantuan killa tarantulas Touch the inchangeable, Viagra flow, raw Stronger then Niagra Falls Max Julien backhand MCs and grab my balls Hit'em with the black squad and crack your jaw (A-Plus) Now I'm a chastise you rap guys With wack lies Soundin' like you doin' smack lines Claimin' it's your last time We start a riot like Jamaicans over gas prices That's why the mass like us We them grass lighters (Opio) Niggas think I got punched by Rudduck In the stomach the way I bust from the gut & get G's by the hundred but That don't matter (fool) Cause niggas get millions For shit I ain't feelin' And that's why I'm building (A-Plus) Yeah Absolutely, I be rappin' smoothly If she actin' too keyed I'm a snatch a groupie Roll a phattie and have niggas sayin' that's a doozy (Daaam boy!) And bring it to niggas who front like it's a action movie (Opio) Futuristic like Appleseed Musical masterpiece Freeze rappers like a tractor beam Yeah, major league data swing On the track queen rap sting Who blasting We pure to the last gene (Tajai) Weapon testin' with my 308 special Runnin' up in your residences Runnin' busters for their presidentials In my sights I won't miss you Once you gone I won't miss you Livest nigga be a dead issue Your flesh is just tissue for my talented talents to rip through Physical enslaved to my imbalanced mental My confidence is not confidential So show deference for my skills diferential (Phesto Dee) Yeah I suffocate featherweight MC's never resucitate Decimated easily as my voice fluctuated sentence structure This critical juncture for you youngstas Laser sharp hack ya, cut ya, acupuncture Play my clutch Midas touch press the gas and light the dutch up My candy gloss touch ya Eurethane is such a Blood rushin' display of luxury and immerse ya Submerge ya beyond the verge of word perfection (Tajai) Yo these niggas out a pocket I cold Cock'em and cock at their nose Stopping their comment just for haulin' that garbage My flow, shockin' and suckers with no Stoppin' a racket If you fi'n to talk about it Be about it or get rowdy (Phesto Dee) I spit that Liquid detergent Game like George Gervin Ice water Under pressure operate like Julius Erving The surgeon, hovercraft percusion With spontaneous combustion highly flammable magma through the mouth (Chorus: Tajai)x2 I am Touched, unsane, deranged and such But my mind still clicks in the clutch You run up you get, touched Molested marauded messed with I'm charged with electric current And burn 'em so don't, touch Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom Thoughts consume man I got that Touch, a feel for the real panache, pizzaz Skill and lots of that So I just build now (A-Plus: talking) Get touched I'm a touch you For real Think I'm playin' All these fingers 'll Fuck you up That's real |
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(phesto dee)
Master of emcee slave trade Pullin' chief executive chains on his muppets The prime minister of shattered dreams For these young black kids Itchin' for this rap status But he never could add up these b-boy mathematics His pragmatic toys made him money magnetic The abrasive weight of his unevasive vendettas Made him keep two barrettas with his industry contingents Ninjas, paid protection and fringe benefits He rolls from the stretch benz limited edition Caught between a sinister smoke screen and henchmen Straightened his lapel ignited his cigarette And shoved the knot of his tie and awaited his death wish Reckless manslaughter left him breathless Mashed his chest it's a crash in the intersection A fraction of a second Spun out on the sidewalk He couldn't pull his gun out 'cause instantly He was f**ked in the industry (opio) Is it real or imagery? Senseless acts of savagery Could it be you got f**ked in the industry? See it You got f**ked in the industry (chorus) (tajai) Cause niggas get off in this business Tryin' to come up Awestruck, starstruck But you know how they end up See it You got f**ked in the industry You know how they end up (tajai) Video queen type for whom you's feen Appeared in many scenes Fulfilling her childhood dreams Got involved with this hardcore mc Said she like to kick it and hang 'cause he Kept her clean Expensive thangs, european names Ice embedded amidst, ruby red flames she Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a game Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket to fame But little did she know there was truth to what he's sayin' 'bout how he made his livin' sellin' crack cocaine 'bout how he put caps in all his enemies brains I guess he missed the two that came checkin' for change Didn't hear his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains Baskin' in the glow of f**k faces they just exchange Maxin' in his home, coolin' out just relaxin' Niggas busted and cappin' while she was in between his Satins and intravenous Drip her failing heart rate blip And the bloody mattress The sole legacy of this budding actress Coroner lights and cops cameras followed the action I wasn't surprise but rather saddened when it happened (tajai) Cause niggas get off in this business tryin' to come up Awestruck, start struck But you now how they end up (opio) The devious life you get touched See it But you know how they end up (opio) Down in san diego at the gavin I seen a hip-hop journalist get stabbed That shit was savage Caught him in the stomach with about four inches Slapped him in his face relentless And pulled out some big shit He said look homie, you don't know me Put the gat to his head calm and slowly The journalist screamin' and cryin' scared of dyin' Dude mashed him in his jaw with the barrel Told him stop lyin' Picked him up off his knees with ease I thought he might squeeze 'til I heard the police yellin' freeze! He reached for the heavens Eleven cops put his head in a (shuminumaki? ) Blood on the concrete That's when I peeped dude that shanked him was a rapper Hot cause his name got slandered Locked in a metal case for over a decade He thought he was invincible But now he wish that day never happened Askin' his God for forgiveness Purgin' is harder than vengeance tryin' to end this nightmare The industry clockwork oranged his whole shit And warped his brain until he flipped out Is that what is about You talk too much you got a gun in your mouth Talkin' big when you little man they called you out Shoulda kept your shit shut Cause you know how they end up (chorus) |
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(Opio)
Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that'll rip through Your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like I was Genghis The con artist, fiendish, on target, laser beam shift Trackin' your movements like the Pentagon Disarm the meanest lookin' studio prankster Endangered, we airborne rangers with the broken language Absorbin' blows then regain my strength (What?) The Chinese connection game of death You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck Controllin' these mikes while he aimin' his Tec Coward breakin' a sweat Steady shakin' his shit Couldn't even hold it still cuz his hands was all wet Said we a threat cuz we the heaviest And with a (strobe?) blockin' his progress you'll never be fresh You can't murdalize a survivalist Fool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift (Tajai) All we gotta do is provide the music, uh Don't need a Lac on Deez to make your bitch hop on my lap And lap on these, lavishin' please don't tease To all these way-below-average MCs You gon' stay below, don't wish, that's just how it's gon' be My style is on levels unattainable, recyclable and reusable But not biodegradable so don't confuse 'em They last eternal, evil gas that's acid turned When I spit it, unmatched fashion over da riddim Unabashedly, leave sights on the extreme sides of gassing Mike mastery, necessary steps to make you genuflect I reflect the genuine and accept Nothing less than your respect in excess I wasn't expecting the success that I met When I grabbed my shit and left command Won't let it get too ahead, I got a check on that Check your spice rack, it's certain elements you lack (Tajai & Opio) We combust when we contact Come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs Been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya bitch when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that (A-Plus) I don't rap for the money but I'm lovin' that it pays well Sometimes I kick a strange tale, make your brain swell Souls tighter than lifers sittin' in the same cell I never listen to the drama that a dame sell I'm tryin' to make that mail so I soaked the game well I know the spell from the rattle of a snake's tail When a hard nigga spray, and the enemy's layin' pale I'm with a female, that was waitin', make her exhale I'm Double X-L like the magazine & And fuck the drug but I can show you what a rappin' fiend is Perhaps my team is NOT the type to act the meanest But on my birth, you're just a falling Earth, You gettin smacked to Venus Dicks are jackin' the penis so your label accept Cuz you ain't able to rap or able to wreck I'm claimin' respect with rappin' that'll strangle your neck Claim you're a vet but still I'm makin you jet, shakin' the set (Phesto Dee) I'm ubiquitous on three hundred and fifty cubic inches Of horse-powered fuel injection, positive traction Throttlin' action, my prerogative's idlin' Mind bogglin' speed tobogganin' streets of Oakland With English on English, the kingpin Swingin' like Charlie Mingus, High-wire torch-swallowin' spine tinglin' Break your vertebraes with permanent tourniquettes Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare Hor, d'oerve ya serve ya Sequoia Heights is sterling Vintage, coinage of terms eccentric Circumventin' the industry While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed In mass media hype, we smash media rights through mikes Crash through the core at the speed of the light I'm (Rianiti?) on ice, graffiti on mikes The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite (Tajai & Opio) UH! We combust when we contact So come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs We been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya bitch when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that Never that We combust when we contact So come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs We been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya bitch when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that, uh |
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from Souls Of Mischief - Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution (2004)
(Opio)
Remember Tabitha Smith That's been my hard on since the fifth grade Used to tell me nigga get paid So we could be chillin' Knew she'd be a millionaire Feelin' 'em squares, stayin' up late Doing her homework Till he bones hurt Solid as steel Real as a day of atonement Never live for the moment That's why suckers they couldn't bone shit Fool that body's a temple Plus her older brothers just might lynch you If you slippin' Dreams of tinted windows in a benz-o Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo She was a whiz though And I admire it Finished up grad school Now she mob a jaguar too She never led she'd get maniacal Kept her eyes on true ambition That's how she livin' fat Educated herself Now she in a rack with six figures Stacks of cashola I told her Chorus (Opio): Stay hustlin' Watch for your enemies Fool don't sneeze You might blink for a second Stay alert they like green berets Checkin' your traps With impeccable accuracy Know where you at & where you be (A-Plus) Now everybody is a victim If he a idiot I probably got a problem with him About these women and that (pollyin'?) to get 'em Maybe end up sorry that you hit 'em Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with 'em I know plenty of those travel many roads Went to extremes to receive every penny owed Hella niggas be petty though They eyes give 'em open and their actions let me know So why give a fuck All them answers lead to more questions And if you're guessin' you's a poor specimen More death to them My demeanor changes When I see the stages Of a nigga schemin' before I beat him like Peter Gages I listen to many morons, Let 'em go on Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on I examine who and what I think I know Everybody's a victim is what I'm peepin' though, so I hustle with friends Even tussle with them I ain't knowin' nothin' but them Toughen the skin ha ha Now it's all about your work ethic In a word check it In a word check it Extended Chorus (Opio) Stay hustlin' Watch for your enemies Fool don't sneeze You might blink for a second Stay alert they like green berets Checkin' your traps With impeccable accuracy Know where you at & where you be Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none So when the fuzz come We say what's up to 'em Cuz we untouchable & give a fuck (Tajai) V-12 pushin' like 80 Super sounds of Coltrane stainless So I don't hydroplane I kiss my lady and my baby Told 'em things gon' be straight Hopped out at the hospital gate Now I'm a little late But that can mean everything Got an urgent page Jetstream to the scene Mask & gloves plus (D green?) scrubs Open you up for the peaking Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that Then stitch you back to near perfection Avoiding all complications and infections My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration Lots of lonely contemplation No time for impatience when you dream makin' My reward is smiling faces on all my patients Mobility, ability, to make changes In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations Of racists, but y'all can't say shit I'm a hustle till I drop one day may save your kids Extended Chorus 2x Repeated: Stay hustlin, what 1x: Legalize hustlin' Yeah Watch for your enemies Fool don't sneeze |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
(Peplove talkin')
(Opio) MC's they diss but want to be subtle what can I say to disgruntle Heiroglyphics but then the rebuttle that's trouble don't want to get caught stuck on the mic I know what it's like I seen some niggas be victims last night a pitiful sight all four of them, they tight ..(Phesto) Disguise it between the lines, man, it'll be aight... write rhymes in the limelight can't afford excitement gotta be careful down low when I recite it (Phesto) Cause you niggas are weak immune to freakin shit surpressed 'em quarrenteened to malpractice but mics you need to be arrested bribery, for your recitals that suck dick infested, with your misconceptions you can duck, the mic with digress and babblin' disestablishin' the fact ya wack ass backwards destined unimpressive, much too lacking, you divulgin' exposin'... ya posin' comin from no new angles the same flows that keep us dozin' (Peplove talkin') (Opio) Got 'em terrified let's clarify this shit, who bit prepare to die for that _______ you crossed me you gets clips sendin' 'em shockwaves beatin his rhyme until it's concave leavin' his nerves wracked, his eyes glazed raisin em out the misconception that you stepped in the right direction Souls of Mischief is perfection you need to miss this cause we get down to business MC's if you resent us when ya rock on the fenders(?) (Phesto) So why resist that we the best at... what we do when ya'll are just decoration for the recreation fakin MC's with blatent disregard for making the bump my patience is up resign Heiroglyphics devine, refined you niggas need to find an assonine that's uninclined to rhyme confined to mindless behind a _______ and swift about a second, if in time trying to diss just bow and scrape cause Souls of Mischief whippin' niggas in shape (Peplove talkin') (Tajai) I guess I'm good at the game of natural selectiveness in the Wild Wild West where the beats got wild wise and niggas stayed down the streets from their grandmamas hoppin with the three four fifty poppin in their ______ cause that's how it goes, that's how it's gonna stay, rather toasty nuthin' like my day, you don't say I remember me, Snupe, ______, and Toure all them for days ready for the ______ and _______ with anyone who test but let me tell ya somethin though ma-n all that funkin' got is nuthin' but lumps and no pay now my only lumps is sums and the funk it just hums out ya high flying ______ ya system is stupid dumb a hint of wisdom come, each second ya grow so rememberin some shit ya wish ya didn't know like this, don't trust your bitch cause she's here with me just a skip to the rarity and bust a skit (Peplove talkin') (A-Plus) Hold up, I wanna explain you wack and shit you lack the gift I wanna smack you kid because the fact you did an unforgivable crime, wanting to rhyme against the smooth master I move faster, my crew'll blast ya and I bet you thought you gets no I see you (?) don't even entertain the thought that I'd be through slicin' you see a nigga like me constructs lines to buck minds you can't corrupt minds I'm givin these niggas tough times I'm above crimes with "I don't give a fuck" rhymes niggas love mine MC's see me as unkind with their dumb rhymes I can find and track black leave them standin' frozen people say A-Plus that man is chosen I'm the man with hoes and cash fast, to catch ya dozin there's no gimmicks, no ego trippin' no backwards flows and there's no fuckin' whistle Souls of Mischief is destruction easily destruct your facial tissue Heiroglyphics, never late to diss you (Peplove talkin') |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
(Opio)
First of all, for you pussies don't take it personal SOM is versatile that is irreversible I never submerge this style I break em down (?) while you were still trapped in trial and error catchin block (?) like a cold soundin' like the next nigga on the microphone we ain't stole no lyrics control ya still starin (?) prepare to spit so don't experiment you won't know where I went shiftin all directions and attempt to escape but wait the connections sensin aware of what terrors lurk so I'd be alert assess the damage, after I kick a verse it hurts... stoppin rappers dead in their tracks on wax I cannot be broken down on fractions the fantastic four... attach words together like a latch or a clasp when we pass the mic (Tajai) Cast the laser lights in your _______ you've been spotted everybody want it and only one crew got it {who} me, A-Plus, Op, and Phesto and if rappers ain't gained respect somethin they have messed up got _____ damn near white to black it's night crowding up the jock cause I have a _____ rock it like that my raps is mad as a phat thats why niggas dig em, give em big ups and burn sacks I'm gonna peel my cap for some dap(?) you couldn't match one of my freestyles if I was ____ of that ______ watch out, the raps be curvin' often comin' from Eastbound to every funk shack the hip-hop crowd is at leave my rhymes off ya tongue boy, you'll bust a lung your muscles numb, your crew cannot save you when we up in this mode of soul you get overpowered and that's just how it goes {Chorus} (A-Plus) Don't even think that Heiroglyphics was gone never that take a 4 to your dome to send you back you wack and I could never exist in such foul circumstances kickin' raps to serve your asses at lasts, some MC's who never spit a style from you nigga we the Heiro crew mark, and betta believe we gonna rock it for life I know it all y'all, we know it all, that's right I'm livin' tall y'all, you livin' small, no mic(?) well, I'm gigantic and never trippin' of your wise antics the plot is we gonna leave you plotless you know we got this game with the biatches don't give a fuck really coast you claim a nigga like me only gives love to who I'm supposed to ma-n ..check it out... you muthafuckas step the hell on back from the "O" and niggas know that we rock it like that (Phesto) It's Phes-rock clockin big time doe witcha small-time hoe going down like vinyl you know niggas try to play cool non-stop comedys all they ever gonna be they never gonna see the light... I hit em with some new variations in stereo inperceptively accerting every rhyme scheme in ya mind on the dime reconciling... that tactical approach half these niggas wit gats probably know it enough to shoot Heiroglyphics got ya back _____ through ______ the boys in blue with bitches who allow us to inspect them... strictly as objects of sex to take em down slow I never lose control it's all an illusion if my aim seems mainstream I'm a virtuoso {you's a fool} to fake to make any kind of complection we Hiero (Chorus) |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
(conversation intro - speakers uncredited)
Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and shit man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
A-Plus:
I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 My only brother used to let me hear his Too-Short tapes "Beeitch" Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me 'Bout anything I could I get was non-stop in my cassette Or on my phonograph But in 94 I gotta hold my laugh in I be cappin' on this wave of overnight rappin' How dare you defy me, you're tiny Writtin' your first raps in 1990 Ya blimey behind me I did so many phuckin' shows for no cash Why you wanna dis a player? 'Cause you're slow and I'm fast To blast fast raps through the mass To surpass, you an ass Why dis a nigga 'cause he makin' his cash Tajai: Do it like that Since I was fresh off the tit my tat For word player match rap had nourished Straight from back and the present fressin' On the irreverent just hatched Fledglin' sap peddlin' Give me some tracks pal and I'll rap now Section of the... populations Plus the ones on the idiot box Showin' it pays to be a busta, tittes and cocks Exposin' we all slows a hustlas glocks samo No love for any muthaphucka Is that real of fiction? Made for TV reels, depictions Of the life you're wishin' To lead or led before you grab the mic Hieroglyphics like 3 to your head Ignite to all You besta pray you stay on (CHORUS:) (3X) "You wanna be fresh, We aint tryin' to be fresh, We aint never be fresh(dope dope)" Opio: I used ta envision the mic in my hand Rockin' shows, avoidin' the gold diggas Had it all planned out On a collision course to fail no doubt The non-believers said " Them niggas aint makin no clout" Now its about pounds and peace signs since we gotta contract We tracked through the bullshit Adaptin' to rappin' and act Sacraficial MC's believe Souls of Mischief strap em down to recieve tey blessin' Through the chest n' out the back Like that, they sly with your title in tact Hieroglyphics causin' chain reactions, back den Y'all niggas wasn't rhymin' but now its the trend Phesto: So just blend With a mask galvanised But my style disguises pseudo MC's Plastic over mastic bitin' Holdin' your tongues While amongst a soul searches Sarcastic when you was askin' Was we cashin' in On all this rappin' Inquirin' who wasn't aspirin' To be a nothing now desirin' Opposition 'cause conspirin' Sitched to hip-hop YEAH Its funny mo' niggas know me better than ever Mo' niggas see me actin' like they don't know me than ever I never... waste my time To refresh they memmories I'm in the breeze, controlin' MC's Like machines Cybernetic, psychokenetic Souls of Mischief sees the mic Then we shred it like this (Chorus then fade out) |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
Yeah
Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin about this What that nigga say? enrich oakland funk Hah, gonna take that shit serious (verse one: tajai) Man f**k 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 liveliehood, 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 f**kin 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 'cause it's already been recited Come rip this shit (verse two: del) Ha ha ha ha!! I try not to be, too tempermental 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 persistance to keep your interest Keep evildoers outside with fences I make my rhymes audible and portable and sort it for The burst of energy 'cause 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 ques-tion us!! Yeah, hieroglyphics in the house, souls of mischief Yeah check it out (verse three: a-plus) It's the grill buster, the ill plus-ter 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 mc's 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 mc's 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 (verse four: opio) Yeah, one two one two Who me? ? yeah see I'm only out for one thing Domination, encasin mc's chasing they dreams Evaded and slipped clean through the system Mauled shaken-up and touchy 'cause 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, mc's 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 (verse five: phesto) 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 mc's I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image Like a hologram, reanimatin mc's Shamrock deceased, base phes jus dissipated the rest A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded Phes escalated as the mack of all trades Yeah, uh-huh Souls of mischief, hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c'mon! Yeah, you know we don't stop Oakland california, hah Lettin niggaz know!! |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
[A-Plus] Man it's time for us to come back around
[Phesto] Man what's up A-Plus? [A-Plus] Nuttin Phesto, youknowhatI'm sayin? It's been a while, we coulda dropped the old shit a while ago and [Phesto] Man [A-Plus] Niggaz was lovin it, youknowhatI'msayin? And a couple of niggaz made that they thing so [Phesto] I feel you man, it's nineteen ninety-five You know we gonna come like this, it's no man's land [A-Plus] YouknowhatI'msayin? It's time to come anew YouknowhatI'msayin? YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause ahhh, I'm bout to make my money yeahhh And I know youse gonna make yours [Phesto] Ohh yeah, ohh yeah [A-Plus] Ya know, cuz niggaz ain't lavish [Phesto] Un-uhh [A-Plus] Niggaz ain't rich nigga [Phesto] Nah, nah [A-Plus] I, I be with those, my same potnahs And when I'm rich I'ma be with them too [Phesto] Ohh yeah, but I'm tryin to clock some scrilla you know? [A-Plus] Some major shit, and uhh, about these other niggaz Player hatin, talkin down and shit YouknowhatI'msayin? Make your money Don't trip off me, I'm tryin ta make mine [Phesto] Man we comin fat forever, you know [A-Plus] Ay Phes, you know [Phesto] Don't even doubt it, don't even doubt it [A-Plus] It's just natural Phes, it's natural [Phesto] That's how we do it over on this side Oakland, Cali-forn-ia [A-Plus] East side nigga, the real Death Valley nigga [Phesto] Don't trip, don't... |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
(Opio)
Say what, never under pressure, stress free we shock the mic, you don't impress me. I live the life of an mc no pretending, Souls Of Mischief rock tha house. So baby spread your wings now, and let me come on in, show you right from wrong you wanna do it again. Release all that pinned up aggression come caress and massage my dick, baby it's not a maraudin' stick. Damn right Hieroglyphics for life. Close knit while these others crews fight we write hits, as for us settlin' discrepancies with other mc's, it's a breeze. Cause I stay focused while they frustrated. Ease off the mic, don't cause a ruckus it's destructive, unproductive, see us we keep in touch with the one's that bite, yah some write to dis, but it's a miss match I guess I attract the wack backstage. We wage battles and leave em unscathed. (Phesto) It's Phesto, in stereo, Souls Of Mischief don't stop, don't quit. To everybody in the O, Hiero... glyphics rollers imperially equipped to eclipse, and overshadow the best with no stress just, the mic conceit. With my limits boundless, countless plus my prowess psychedelic funk for the female folk who wanna get into some mischief, submissive like I got em drunk, and I got em junked, with they knees hyperextended, weakened, speaking in tongues like a ventriloquist, until I quit, while these niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense, I don't respond simp. They just punks beyond dips. Infatuated with they lyrics never corespondent. I guess it never dawned on em that they don't belong on the mic like germs, I like to watch them squirm, convincin' me they styles anything more then elementary, but spermacidal is the title they've earned. (A-plus) I'm comin' from the land of dope, where all of these niggaz never planned to hope. You can either be the man to know, but my plan was writin' hella raw. Standing quiet cause I be the man ya like, to hand the mic, so I can make a dollar, and make ya holler. I never fake a scholar dumpin' rappers in a lake of water. I proceed to max, be pagin' Leed if I need the sacs, get the weed relax. In the O we knowin' where you at, be in the cut if you scared of them gats, cause Oakland niggaz be prepared to jack shit. I make my mail so I don't have to run that broke skid. Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock but yo I rock the spot. Hah... with that soul shit, I smoke a quarter and flow swift. (Tajai) Now phuck that (queen low)?. I'm talkin' half sips to the heads, lit's have a meeting of the minds nobodies leavin' till we all red. Went to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site to see, the music inside invitin' me to rip the mic if need be, but you know it's important that I pull the women with the jewels glistenin'... Whoo Only I can get the fly sister rumps to switch up, with a swisher sittin' on trompe. ( ? ), You niggaz step in hap hazard, to the stage was center T to the A's up in the zone solo, bitch niggaz should've thrown bolos, but you mist em, now even your miss is listed. I feel the jealous stares stuck at my back, ut don't drop the microphone until I feel I fully did that. Damn, who these kids that come to every single show, and always wanna pull they Roscoes instead of hoes. You better grow up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with, so just dole out with all that dumb shit. The Souls Of Mischief click down with Hieroglyphics. |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
Bass
and big nuts is what it takes to get up on the mic and enunciate or else your fate is disappointment but give yourself a break don't get disjointed from the point that you was tryin' to make ya know we destined to be fresh it ain't no secret 'cause these bitches runnin' they mouths I guess that's 'cause they detest us but just rock at them souls of mischief shows that 94 flow leavin' 'em froze with an infinitesimal amount of aggression for mc's but still digestable for the rest of you to ease up on it if ya wanna get with it ain't no opponents 'cause we pack with components to kill react if you feel you haven't been snared and trapped in the 92 that nigga Cas made y'all scared to rap the Hierollas take it as you may I never perpetrated to this day or did anything that they did only catered to the way that we created and dated to let 'em know we kickin' that straight shit that sacred dope rhyme related every time they congregated it was us definitely somethin' to discuss yeah [Chorus: (Scratching) "It Was You" (Repeated)] |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
Yeah, huh
It's kinda hot up in here, yaknowhatI'msayin? Why don'tcha sit down? What? Oh, nah nah nah nah What's this? Oh this is just a little beat by Opio, yaknowhatI'msayin A little tape of somethin Where's Opio? Oh Op, I think he went to his room, he was kinda tired or somethin Why'd he cut off his dreads? Aww he was sick of them fools always askin him about them Ohh Phes? I think he dissapeared after the show Man I ain't seen him since Where's A-Plus? A-Plus man... you know he off on some mission My friend's boo with him Oh for real? Ahh well I don't know about that But now, is that your ID? Yeah Let me see it Naw Ahh c'mon let me see it Naw Let me see it! I'm of age Oh oh aight *knock at the door* Oh man, what the fuck is it man? I hope it's not some jerky ass niggaz, hold on for a sec OK *door opens, Souls enter* Yo what's happenin? Ahh whassup? Whassup y'all? How y'all feelin? Hey this is fat and we got a twelve cents kids Yo straight chronic, straight chronic, bido, what's up? Hey nigga, another time nigga Nigga this hip-hop, this real Hey y'all didn't go the show? This is to the heart! Hey I got a girl up in here Man fuck that bitch! Yo calm down calm down This is hip-hop!! You understand what I'm sayin? You ain't real, what we can't get no freestyles? You ain't real, yo y'all made it now Yo y'all can't speak to your man now Hey, I'ma have to bid y'all goodnight man Hey FUCK you! Aight y'all, aight y'all, aight y'all Y'all stay up, aight Man fuck that, fuck that man! *door slams* Damn... but now what was I sayin baby? |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
(Opio)
I can't escape my thoughts, my mind spirals until the vinyl stops, hoot and survive the rock. Inspired by the biters who try us on for size disguised as rappez, but the lyrics are to massive. My syle has elasticity, I bounce back and take a new shape, you can't get with me. A true writer, my brain has the capacity, to outlast mc's. They reach inside of themselves a vast empty space, they'll never taste victory. I'm sick of these fake ass niggaz they all some bitches. I kick rhymes enriching Hip-Hop, with A-plus on my back we shock the world. (Bridge) (A-plus) Gonna shock the world...Gonna shock the world (Tajai) Whatcha say now. (A-plus) Opio gonna shock the world, A-plus gonna shock the world (Tajai) Watcha say, (ALL) Souls Of Mischief in tha House. (A-plus) A-plus without a doubt for real, if you without the skill to turn it out get your ass the cuttin'. You steady caught in your frontin' and y'all can keep on bluffin' but I gotta little somethin'. You ain't know what I got. Who do you think this is, when I rhyme I'm like like your daddy whoopin' on one of my kids. Look at this, another crew that's caught up in mix. Hieroglyphics turn it out. And now we all up in your shit. It's perfectly calculted, exceptionally rated, people be talkin' but I don't trip and I know they hated. But I be mindin' my business and as Ty as my witness, we won't die before we get these meal tickets. Now I'm a let you know how It's gonna go fo sho. I stack doe, unveil the mack show. And that's no problem, you got a crew go call em tell him withdraw cause we know that they ain't really ( ? ), come on y'all. (Phesto) We strictly satisfaction if they givin' up action, ain't a minute for slack, cause time is money baby. I can' thold it back, word to many stacs, Jocci, J-Biz we grippin' Martini & Rossi, niggaz gainin' no speed, smokin' ashphalt no Ty weed, straight Oakland style with the hash block, cash knots in my pocket would knock to blast. I put the e-q to ten, reminisin' about the hoes lastnight. Waitin' for this fool to bend a coner, a partner hit the gas like a champ, Bumpin' this... victory drums and that phat ass base line hummin'. Thinkin' about comin' up before the summer hit. Then bubblin' around my shit for doublin' shows, so promoters sold us more then four biggies with hos. And hourglass shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine, diamonds around my wrist is bliss, it's like this y'all. (Tajai) Punks perpetrate that rudeboy, I roll with Hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate. Sous Of Mischief man you no we comin' for you with Foldger's, keepin' flows up until they smolder and eventually crackle. Like you mentally in the back of your mind, you hear that fiendish cackle of mine, I've seen it many times. And I'm a say it again but remain unseen, cause y'all niggaz be sweatin' constantly remindin' me. I live amongst thieves who will bite these, but still they rhymes be spindly weight defficient. I leave them shorter then Viscious, cause them are weak, cause I gots to pull they hem up it's also known the way I do it just watch, get shot. It's all about the body rock, it don't stop y'all. |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
Verse one: phesto
Redirect your motivation, while we collect the dough forsaken Making a mockery of you mc's, we grimace malicious parodies You're finished, allowing you to win is just not in us That's horrendous just replenish apprentice retract all The wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed, you're small And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal Punk contention bitten for attention Souls of mischief your worst, enemies, your energy's Wasted, disintegrated, you'll be incinerated By the innovative when I'm stimulated come pale To embellish I relish mc's overzealous who fail us Time will tell us, emulating recreation is colorless Frontin like they on some other shit Developing discover this irrelevant to wack intact exact Well I belittle mc's, and hold no reefer But sho don't sleep I'm out Verse two: tajai We the fruits of rotten seeds, nowadays it's bout greed That's the policy, get from me, so I grab all I see And after that we out, in a trail of laughter Raps and doubtless claims of standards upheld and maintained This ain't no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada Or dance hits to propel, a major knot up in my billfold One day I got up and I willed no rapper greater They fake and still doze and act like they young as f**k Hollerin about the niggaz they buck Fallin out the windows made up like hoes if they get bucked Lesson utmost, japanitos to one broke Who have an ego, or fade you like vita largo Damn where did he go? sucker felt the evil I know, word Casino, I ant that ass like zebra skins Fidos keepin pins and needles Whether you tread or rest your head until ya Succumb to the voice that's deep within, you should know Chorus: It's time to let the weak shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! You should know, it's time to let that wack shit go, no more And if you with us, hoe hoe!!! Verse three: opio They say I'm too posessive, agressive I make a mess of mc's depress em, plessin em The west eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions Souls of mischief make em all fall in succession If you're pressin luck self destruct I'm vindictive, so descriptive Intriguing on the mic, we don't see things alike I strike at breakneck speeds and leave you think twice 'fore I sink ice cold lyrics and you're sliced Through the mirror and it's right to the center Where it hurts, convert Reconsider the bitter, consequences You're defenseless against us, you go berzerk Ingesting mc's like clockwork, when I rock Murderous rhymes one time for your mind And drop dimes for them niggaz who don't get live Verse four: a-plus I reduce you to dust piles Plus styles'll crush smiles, seducing women til they bust out Of they garments, always give the crowd what they wanted I rock the mic and now, they don't want you on it So I own it, I make my grip tight It's like I'm nuttin nice when I'm writing rhymes to cut and slice men You wouldn't, I win every time that we clash I will surpass ya, a-plus a known flasher Rhyme if you wanna, it makes no difference Cause you still gonna die, youse a goner You shouldn't even try, why was you on the Mic in the first place You even chose tbe track, see yousa nigga with the worst taste I make you niggaz disperse with haste My tape first with bass hurts your face we curse the fates I think that I should be your human idol Makin mc's suicidal when they lose they title Chorus: repeat 2x Now, you should know, it's time to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Now you should know, you need to let that wack shit go No mo', and if you with us, hoe hoe!! Yeah, souls of mischief in the house like that Souls of mischief rock the house My man big domino, yeah yeah Big casual, yeah yeah ... Pep love Can't forget jay-biz Westbound, north side, like that ... Hieroglyphics in the house Let that wack shit go |
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from Souls Of Mischief - No Man's Land (1995)
Phesto:
Everybody, come and get some get up and go. Get rid of that no- Can-do attitude And expand and brace the obstacles you face. Ain't no time to waste. Rhymin' pays. Never was it worth doin' crime to stay on your record when ya try to get And point it. I avoid it. Like being exploited. Couldn't leave my people disappointed. I know you want it, So i'm gunna flaut it. It'll be here and gone just that fast. You better bust that ass. Nothing's inconcievable. Anything is possible. Never let them deceive you. Tajai: Life's full of dilemas. I contend to that. I be looking out my window wondering "What will I catch?" Will it be... A good job? Huh? Two to the head? Huh? Maybe HIV so i can join the ranks of the living dead. But, hey Tajai gotta press on. I'm late for class As I think of the choices my life rests on. I could buss my gat, Cook some crack, Master calculus, Build houses, And make a stack. Either wayI Depending on the dues i pay. No, you can't go, So stick with it. You won't get it If you lay and stall. Then don't be in it for the long haul. Yeah, you know they wrong ya'll. But we gots to get it on ya'll. Chorus "Time's ain't fair But that's the way I play. No one can compare. And that's the way I stay. This is how we do it every singular day. So what you tryin' ta say? Well, let me show you the right way." Opio: If you're with me then you're all about making money. So throw your hands in the air cuz ain't shit for free. Nigga, Oakland California is the place to be. It gets hectic see. I just connect to free My mind And write rhymes, So I don't get caught up Or get shot up. Plus the fuzz think I got the product?? I don't cut lines, I don't have to. But if you look like a playa, they harass you. I make cash from doing shows from state to state. But still task on the run that license his plate. I don't trip cuz it's all in vain. Your daughter knows my name. Ask the broad the game. A-Plus: People applaude the Famous Never lame. Just rhyming to your brain, buss. You're acting and that's a shame. Cuz I set examples say in 9-tre. It's not a little joke. I gots to rhyme a little more, So I'm fin ta go And scoop a forty-o. I'm under 21, but then my sack is known as so. To the show we go Place a big stoge on the bridge, 8-0. A club with foes and hoes. I want high class bitches With the ass that switches. When I get them, they be due soon as the Ad. is finished. Make me me feel like I'm living on the wrong planet. Strong as granite. It's the Souls with the song that's demanded. Chorus Tajai: See only the paid gets to mack and frollick. They got their wallets. So, what's your holler? Strive to be a scholar. Attract the knowledge gained. Whatever called itself same. Attract the knowledge changed. To get you far in this game. Opio: Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip. Let the ladies melt, strip. To the bow, I'm slick. Souls of Mischief coming slicker than the rest confess. We press on. How I'm livin', from the break, break-a dawn. A-Plus: All ya fakes that's on , the microphone, Go home. I'm from the land, man niggas make you roam with chrome I stay at home. I like ta bone, I'm grown. I got a flow that's known. In the O, I hold my own. Phesto: Yeah, baby come and have a seat with Phes. Together we can defeat the stress And chill If you got that sex appeal. I'll caress you till the morning. On and on, annnnnnd, (CHORUS) |
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