[Chorus]



"Its the- 

Ill Plusta Phesto D.,

O. Lindsey,

T. Massey so whatchyou wanna be??

Us!! 

Just peep the bump and thump, 

you ain't got no choice 

so throw your hands up!"



[Opio:]



You're stuck, 

crucified you'll lose don't try your luck,

I'll cut 'em up

run through and ruin mc's they can suck my dick

the Hieroglyphic Kingdom bring em down to earth

they're worthless worse since the beginning

and I'm winning

offending mc's they can't accept it

inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary

and I hear he dont be coming off the top

he better drop and give me fifty

cause if he dont shape up I take whats mine

and at your title, what you write I'll demolish

polish up your skills just forget all this

call it quits it's overwhelming

you keep failing to impress

you're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest

I got pages for the courageous amazes

fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic

you're flow is basic, youll get erased quick

stick to fantasizing

you're wack and deny the fact that I win

ease the pain, I still remain the king

I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame

famous mc

even a nameless mc gets unfriendly 

so we out to check em

direct from O. Lindsey



[A-Plus:]



Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate?

I find your shit to be fake, 

your mind ain't fit to create

Cease see you later, mack

Accidents waitin to happen 

trying to fade the Adam

They bags is broke when they attack him

cause I play the mack, 

see that's an everyday thing

you can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we hang

I gets game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the

east side of O. 

getting jocked when we try to go

to these funk missions 

with a grudge written overnight

rappers come wishin 

but Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit

them hoes jock me the most, 

wish I was there

when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los

we own all mics in the solar system

you gets dropped when the Souls come reposessing props

with the older wisdom 

and the beat it just drops and I hold the rhythm

Souls of mischief is the coldest



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To all you crews thinkin we was weak as you

well would you listen to a doozy,

you're lucky that we dissaprove and frown 

at that candy coated cartoon clown shit

we don't allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)

you scared yourself into popping lip and jest

suckers saving face but catch it in the chest

so just abate your haste 

To activate your _

cause he eat the best rhymer

stop your crew up with jemima

I got the tool just _ of the drama

Yo but that's madness, my shit's the bump

If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump

my mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk

and only then would I sqawk 

and babble nonsense

ripping this shit long as I'm conscious

and even in your dreams you'll fiend and follow it

no paths you better quit 'for y'all and get with the

vocabulary lunchmeats 

suckers smoke pads

of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the house

Niggas are fake 

they gettin baked trying to penetrate the inferno

I surround the microphone wit

cause to the highest degrees mc's marvel over me

I never reconsider getting rid of them

they perishing embarassing as the air gets thin

I stare em in the eyes before I wear them in

its no comparison to the immaculate

you get ramshackled with the mic 

lanced with the javelin for rattling off at the lip

(Get off my dick)

But you can think what'f I stigmatized  if you tried

it's circumstantial

you niggas are unadvanced with the mic

in avalanche you don't have a chance just dance to

the beat I'm notorious for bics 

niggas trying to come to grips but its

inevitable you'll never know

execution is your only resoultion

so retrace your steps or face your death



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