'94 Via Satellite Lyrics - Singles - Souls Of Mischief

Yeah 

Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin' about this 

What that nigga say? Enrich Oakland funk 

Ha, gonna take that shit serious 

Man fuck 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 livelihood, 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 fuckin' 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 

'Cuz it's already been recited come rip this shit 

Ha ha ha ha 

I try not to be, too temperamental 

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 persistence 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 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 question us 

Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, Souls of Mischief 

Yeah check it out 

It's the grill buster, the ill Pluster 

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 MCs 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 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 

Yeah, one two one two 

Who me? Yeah see I'm 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 can't predict what's 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 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 

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 couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades 

Holstering the limits of pressing in it 

Projecting my image like a hologram, reanimation MCs 

Shamrock deceased, base Phes just 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, ha 

Lettin' niggaz know