Let Em Know Lyrics - 93 'til Infinity - Souls Of Mischief

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 

And assholes so 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 

Niggas up and liquifying, punks are crying 

Crews are dying while the mack keeps shining 

Gleaming, girls are screaming, cuz I'm arousing 

My styles bring, ___ kids, so how you look? Ya drowning 

And drained. Refrain from being slain 

By my slang, once again I wreck brains 

Yo, shit occurs when I shift my words 

I dip a Swisher, to my kisser 

And get spliffed-a, I riff the 

Be the Mista, the abyss the 

Widen, cuz I slide in 

Like a titan, mythical 

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'mma let ya know 

Yeah, I'mma let ya know 

Yeah, I let you know 

Yo, I'm lettin niggas 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 

Wackness 

Cuz they lack this 

Phatness 

In fact this is 

Very booty indeed 

Prayin you could be freed 

From torture 

Or I'll scorch ya 

With a torch ya, gasoline 

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