Soundscience Lyrics
| Song | Soundscience |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Oroc ... | |
| [Intro] Yo, come on | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah | |
| Evidence and | |
| Babu on the beat, for | |
| Souls of Mischief | |
| So unique yo, yo | |
| Ope set it [Opio] | |
| I'm sharper than | |
| Clive Barker or | |
| Steven King when | |
| I'm authoring evil things, | |
| I'll smoke you like a | |
| Marlboro, but | |
| I'm a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie | |
| That make people dream of cities of gold | |
| Around the world twice before | |
| I was 20 years old, | |
| ******' slutty-ass hoes, and top-notch babes spending money uh-oh, | |
| Offerin' to ???? me some coke, | |
| Listen baby | |
| I'm a lyricist, that's not my thing | |
| I slang ****, but not pharmaceuticals super flow | |
| Yeah numero uno caus you know | |
| The human cat scan wouldn't read your brain, they say "He's insane!" | |
| Listen to my raps man, | |
| Colder than zero, | |
| I’ll freeze the rain, hail | |
| Mary! We remain, don't care if we front page on the | |
| Rolling Stone, | |
| It’s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till | |
| I'm overthrown | |
| I'm jack hammering, raps of stone | |
| Walls and | |
| I won't fall | |
| Victim, drunk like | |
| I'm awesome, incredible, federal | |
| Like forty watter(?), hotter than an orgy, spot a corny ****** from a mile away | |
| Yeah, Eastside | |
| Oakland, raised me that way, | |
| I got my three eyes open | |
| Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head | |
| And keep firing when | |
| I hear sirens [Chorus] | |
| Mind your own, try to find your own, before your | |
| Time is gone, see we all dying' alone | |
| I'll never be the one to cry if you don't, | |
| But who the ****** am | |
| I to imply what you decide is wrong | |
| Give a ****** about what you side you on, | |
| Or you going at kids (?) | |
| ******s keepin' it real don't pay none of my bills | |
| Still I keep at it to feed my ****** habit | |
| No seeds, its sticky green, please, | |
| I don't need acid (Scratching...) [Phesto] | |
| I'm chocolate thunder on the track board, | |
| Throwing heat like ????????, sidearm | |
| Like a firearm on a hostage, | |
| Ready for combat, it's contact sport with gat forced hiphonics | |
| They high drama like | |
| Trump and | |
| Ivana I'm art, 2600 sharp and nimble | |
| Transmission double clutch | |
| I'll double dust the symbol | |
| Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen, | |
| Skate to Cardinal(?) like glaze on | |
| Olympic luges, | |
| Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver, | |
| I'm armor-all on vinyl, ya'll ******l | |
| In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final | |
| Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals | |
| Hammer up through the head winds with | |
| Evidence, | |
| Babu and ira science (?), hire a sniper | |
| I still dodge the bullets while | |
| I windmill the viper, high performance | |
| And use your face as a wind******eld wipers | |
| Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper ******, | |
| Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch | |
| This here we taking ******t, and they ain't taking ******t | |
| And if you take this ******t, rework it and remake it we gon' break your ******t | |
| I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion | |
| Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers(?), my tenants remain true | |
| You do you, as far s | |
| I'm concerned this is all mine and ya'll my tenants, this is | |
| Rhyming of polemical proportion, scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians, | |
| Histrionics, | |
| Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you chase tail | |
| The mirror's amazed at what it sees, | |
| MCs empty reflections and soul projection | |
| I use the message as my soul's protection, etch out some complex ******t | |
| Man that next ******t [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Oroc ... | |
| Intro Yo, come on | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah | |
| Evidence and | |
| Babu on the beat, for | |
| Souls of Mischief | |
| So unique yo, yo | |
| Ope set it Opio | |
| I' m sharper than | |
| Clive Barker or | |
| Steven King when | |
| I' m authoring evil things, | |
| I' ll smoke you like a | |
| Marlboro, but | |
| I' m a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie | |
| That make people dream of cities of gold | |
| Around the world twice before | |
| I was 20 years old, | |
| ' sluttyass hoes, and topnotch babes spending money uhoh, | |
| Offerin' to ???? me some coke, | |
| Listen baby | |
| I' m a lyricist, that' s not my thing | |
| I slang , but not pharmaceuticals super flow | |
| Yeah numero uno caus you know | |
| The human cat scan wouldn' t read your brain, they say " He' s insane!" | |
| Listen to my raps man, | |
| Colder than zero, | |
| I' ll freeze the rain, hail | |
| Mary! We remain, don' t care if we front page on the | |
| Rolling Stone, | |
| It' s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till | |
| I' m overthrown | |
| I' m jack hammering, raps of stone | |
| Walls and | |
| I won' t fall | |
| Victim, drunk like | |
| I' m awesome, incredible, federal | |
| Like forty watter?, hotter than an orgy, spot a corny from a mile away | |
| Yeah, Eastside | |
| Oakland, raised me that way, | |
| I got my three eyes open | |
| Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head | |
| And keep firing when | |
| I hear sirens Chorus | |
| Mind your own, try to find your own, before your | |
| Time is gone, see we all dying' alone | |
| I' ll never be the one to cry if you don' t, | |
| But who the am | |
| I to imply what you decide is wrong | |
| Give a about what you side you on, | |
| Or you going at kids ? | |
| s keepin' it real don' t pay none of my bills | |
| Still I keep at it to feed my habit | |
| No seeds, its sticky green, please, | |
| I don' t need acid Scratching... Phesto | |
| I' m chocolate thunder on the track board, | |
| Throwing heat like ????????, sidearm | |
| Like a firearm on a hostage, | |
| Ready for combat, it' s contact sport with gat forced hiphonics | |
| They high drama like | |
| Trump and | |
| Ivana I' m art, 2600 sharp and nimble | |
| Transmission double clutch | |
| I' ll double dust the symbol | |
| Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen, | |
| Skate to Cardinal? like glaze on | |
| Olympic luges, | |
| Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver, | |
| I' m armorall on vinyl, ya' ll l | |
| In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final | |
| Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals | |
| Hammer up through the head winds with | |
| Evidence, | |
| Babu and ira science ?, hire a sniper | |
| I still dodge the bullets while | |
| I windmill the viper, high performance | |
| And use your face as a wind eld wipers | |
| Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper , | |
| Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch | |
| This here we taking t, and they ain' t taking t | |
| And if you take this t, rework it and remake it we gon' break your t | |
| I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion | |
| Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers?, my tenants remain true | |
| You do you, as far s | |
| I' m concerned this is all mine and ya' ll my tenants, this is | |
| Rhyming of polemical proportion, scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians, | |
| Histrionics, | |
| Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you chase tail | |
| The mirror' s amazed at what it sees, | |
| MCs empty reflections and soul projection | |
| I use the message as my soul' s protection, etch out some complex t | |
| Man that next t Chorus |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey, Oroc ... | |
| Intro Yo, come on | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah | |
| Evidence and | |
| Babu on the beat, for | |
| Souls of Mischief | |
| So unique yo, yo | |
| Ope set it Opio | |
| I' m sharper than | |
| Clive Barker or | |
| Steven King when | |
| I' m authoring evil things, | |
| I' ll smoke you like a | |
| Marlboro, but | |
| I' m a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie | |
| That make people dream of cities of gold | |
| Around the world twice before | |
| I was 20 years old, | |
| ' sluttyass hoes, and topnotch babes spending money uhoh, | |
| Offerin' to ???? me some coke, | |
| Listen baby | |
| I' m a lyricist, that' s not my thing | |
| I slang , but not pharmaceuticals super flow | |
| Yeah numero uno caus you know | |
| The human cat scan wouldn' t read your brain, they say " He' s insane!" | |
| Listen to my raps man, | |
| Colder than zero, | |
| I' ll freeze the rain, hail | |
| Mary! We remain, don' t care if we front page on the | |
| Rolling Stone, | |
| It' s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till | |
| I' m overthrown | |
| I' m jack hammering, raps of stone | |
| Walls and | |
| I won' t fall | |
| Victim, drunk like | |
| I' m awesome, incredible, federal | |
| Like forty watter?, hotter than an orgy, spot a corny from a mile away | |
| Yeah, Eastside | |
| Oakland, raised me that way, | |
| I got my three eyes open | |
| Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head | |
| And keep firing when | |
| I hear sirens Chorus | |
| Mind your own, try to find your own, before your | |
| Time is gone, see we all dying' alone | |
| I' ll never be the one to cry if you don' t, | |
| But who the am | |
| I to imply what you decide is wrong | |
| Give a about what you side you on, | |
| Or you going at kids ? | |
| s keepin' it real don' t pay none of my bills | |
| Still I keep at it to feed my habit | |
| No seeds, its sticky green, please, | |
| I don' t need acid Scratching... Phesto | |
| I' m chocolate thunder on the track board, | |
| Throwing heat like ????????, sidearm | |
| Like a firearm on a hostage, | |
| Ready for combat, it' s contact sport with gat forced hiphonics | |
| They high drama like | |
| Trump and | |
| Ivana I' m art, 2600 sharp and nimble | |
| Transmission double clutch | |
| I' ll double dust the symbol | |
| Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen, | |
| Skate to Cardinal? like glaze on | |
| Olympic luges, | |
| Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver, | |
| I' m armorall on vinyl, ya' ll l | |
| In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final | |
| Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals | |
| Hammer up through the head winds with | |
| Evidence, | |
| Babu and ira science ?, hire a sniper | |
| I still dodge the bullets while | |
| I windmill the viper, high performance | |
| And use your face as a wind eld wipers | |
| Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper , | |
| Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch | |
| This here we taking t, and they ain' t taking t | |
| And if you take this t, rework it and remake it we gon' break your t | |
| I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion | |
| Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers?, my tenants remain true | |
| You do you, as far s | |
| I' m concerned this is all mine and ya' ll my tenants, this is | |
| Rhyming of polemical proportion, scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians, | |
| Histrionics, | |
| Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you chase tail | |
| The mirror' s amazed at what it sees, | |
| MCs empty reflections and soul projection | |
| I use the message as my soul' s protection, etch out some complex t | |
| Man that next t Chorus |
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