Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Let Em Know lyrics

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You're irresponsible
 No focus
 I hold this advice script
 I ripped it to shreds
 I was headed
 With sound waves and frequencies
 Frequently I'm freakin the
 Flows like hoes
 _________ rub a dub those
 Shattering Glass Joes
 With decibels
 To break spectacles
 You can't see
 You're feelin' queezy
 And uneasy
 Steppin cautious because you're nauseous
 I squashes
 Emcees like I was Colossus
 Flippin on Magneto
 Never metal
 Without my bending
 Ending all existance, my rhymes blending
 Niggaz up and liquifying
 Punks are crying
 Crews are dying
 While the mack keeps shining
 Girls are screaming
 Cuz I'm arousing
 My styles bring
 ___ kids, so how you look?
 Ya drowning, and drained
 The frame of being slain
 By my slang
 Once again
 I wreck brainz


 Yo, shit occurs
 When I shift my words
 I dip a Swisher
 To my kisser
 And get spliffta
 I riff ta
 Be the Mista
 The abyss ta
 Cuz I slide in
 Like a titan
 When I grip or pull
 Spliff, it will manipulate my brain
 In ways to plot or gain
 And raises
 Tajai is the brand that
 Keep it jam-packed
 Frankly- pretty damn phat
 It's over me, I am enough to rip it flat
 And pass- the mic to me
 And see emcees sadden- fast!
 You're ratty
 Match my tip, you pips
 And Gladyss Knight gets darkness
 Is where we best start, kids
 If ours gets bootlegged and sold in the market
 Then mark this
 Them stands plan to be targets
 And I'll stand grand
 Then peace to Richmond and
 Of course the Land
 I'm lettin ya know cuz I can

 "Yeah, I'ma let ya know
 Yeah, I'ma let ya know
 Yeah, I let you know
 Yo, I'm lettin niggaz know"


 I say that nigga A
 That nigga A-K
 Can make a nigga day
 In a very special nigga way
 Breaking backs and fists
 As I smack and dis
 Cuz they lack this
 In fact this
 Very booty indeed
 Prayin you could be freed
 From torture
 Or I'll scorch ya
 With a torch a'
 I smash your spleen
 I'm quick to blast a fiend
 You betta jet if ya' ass is keen
 Yeah, I got a masta plan
 I'm fasta than
 Drastic Man
 My thing is "Who would blast a friend?"
 I only blast wack rhymas
 It's time to find ya' own flows
 I throw spines and bones
 Your ass
 extremely ass
 You see me pass
 The senior class
 Yo- and now I'm free at last
 So let me bust a grill if I must
 Making blood spill and your eyes fill with puss
 When I bust


 Here I go again
 Return of the Jedi
 Red eye
 Use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor
 I pounce and trounce on emcees when I slay ya
 Remember the days
 You parleys 'em to the left
 Cuz I get deffer
 Than senior citizens with Alzheimer's
 And squash rhymas to vapor
 Shatter- at a
 Forfeitcha when I splitcha
 Tore and ripped ya
 My oratore's quick ta
 Concoct a sicka- flow
 So crawl back under your rock
 Get off my jock
 I'm quicka than minute rice
 To split and slice
 Rappaz as I entrapped ya
 Slapped ya
 With my rapture
 On the down low, I trapped your brain
 And flips it
 Watch the maestro
 Slice hoz, entice hoz
 As I rip shit
 Dip shit
 You rap but
 Keep your trap shut
 Cuz you lack what
 Phesto's inducing
 I get mood swings
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Author: Damani Thompson, Damian Siguenza

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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