Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Make Your Mind Up lyrics

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Hieroglyphics is
 Gonna twist a kid's cerebellum
 If he lives  then I tell 'im
 I'll leave his head swellin'
 When tellin' fellas about the 5 6
 Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates
 I got a plan  I got a plan  a strategy
 Adam be mad. A G mad at me cuz I got a phatta salary
 Actually  you will be cookin' like bottom rhymin'
 Never top  cuz you'll never stop the atom bombin'
 Hiroshima, Nagasaki
 Don't copy
 The manuscript
 Man, you slipped
 You're sloppy
 Joe Schmo, never no more
 I'm clever and you're
 Never gonna score
 Cuz I'm sure
 I'm better and pure
 Like cannibus
 And if it's possible
 I'll drop a new
 Line with the lyrics
 Live with the spirit and soul
 I got plenty in me
 With yo ho, yup,
 Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis
 The A-P-L-U-S
 One and the same,
 Runnin' the game on fly chicks
 Real tight,
 So they feel right
 With the 5-6
 And it's like that,
 And that's how it is, G
 The skins I cross
 Get tossed like a frisbee
 Search and find lines of life in my scripture
 Screens make me seen
 So the keen get the picture


 Eruptions, and rustin'
 When I'm thrustin'
 Cuts men
 Into microscopic particles
 Molecules, atoms
 Attack 'em, hack 'em
 Never slow, never slack
 I'm invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools
 Who know not, flow not like this wizard
 Ya play with it, riddle
 Widdle a hole in ya dome
 And pull out ya gizzard
 I slaughtta the
 Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek
 Niggaz tweek
 When I speak
 They retreat,
 Rethink what was spoken and then repeat
 My feat
 Of inhuman capabilities
 Rape and pillage emcees
 Then I kill emcees
 Who have no style
 I file niggaz down to the cuticle
 Who can feel my foot prints
 Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful
 Blinding, Winding
 Up and change-ups
 Rearrange punks
 When I drops, kerplunk!
 Rip chunks
 Out the mic
 And then digest
 Why test?
 I'm cavin' in your chest when I express
 Extreme confusion
 You think you're losin' your mind
 Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine


 Tajai. Two syllables. Easy
 With ease, we
 Seize thee,
 But emcees be
 Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects
 I ground your text
 But vertebrae wack. I pound your necks
 Sally bone,
 I be prone
 To rip shit, likely
 Believe it or not, believe it I got the cock- D
 I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me
 Your attempts deceive us
 And pimps know I be
 Excel irate
 And on that scale
 That's fail
 The countenances
 Of countless knit-wits
 Who wish this
 With mis hits
 But this shit is equipped with
 Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids
 Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly
 Fronts be phucked and
 Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee
 Punks, we often cross
 When soft men
 Is the image portrayed to them
 Spinach is no saviour when
 I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish
 Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures
 Don't tempt me
 Shrimps we skewered on the bar-b
 My foot has found wit in ya
 Is there any dillemma?
 Yo- hardly
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Author: Teren Delvon Jones

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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