Souls Of Mischief

(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.

(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')

(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)

(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

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)

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!!

[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...

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)]

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?

(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.

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

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)