94 Via Satellite — текст песни (Souls of Mischief)





Yeah

Yeah, yall niggaz dont know nothin about this

What that nigga say? enrich oakland funk

Hah, gonna take that shit serious



[verse one: tajai]

Man fuck an mc

I got a tip thats fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol

For your missus, baby shell 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 wont even run up

And speak, we the reason that your shit is called weak

And yall our liveliehood, as long as its 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

Im not no type actor hoopster singer or nuttin

Well hook the track up, and Ill become the, decisive factor

Yeah!! .. yall niggaz cant dream to think about this shit

You can bite it

But by that time itll be too late cuz its 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 its true its 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 cuz its affordable of course

Theres 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 dont 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]

Its the grill buster, the ill plus-ter

My skills must abominate, niggaz who aint rhymin great I debate

The situations 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, isa

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, thats it, you wack

So get your ass on, nigga bomb

Be in the cut fore I get my blast on

Nigga earls how youre comin at me, so ima 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



[verse four: opio]

Yeah, one two one two

Who me? ? yeah see Im 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 cant predict whats 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 dont wanna collide

A landslide victory for the team they all died

Nigga, yeah, its like that and-uh, its like that and-uh

Its 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 mcs

I couldnt be cut with, the keenest of blades

Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image

Like a hologram, reanimatin mcs

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 cmon!

Yeah, you know we dont stop

Oakland california, hah



Lettin niggaz know!!



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