'94 Via Satellite Lyrics
| Song | '94 Via Satellite |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Artist | The Funkee Homosapien |
| Album | No Man's Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Yeah Yeah, y'all ******z don't know nothin about this | |
| What that ****** say? | |
| Enrich Oakland funk | |
| Hah, gonna take that ******t serious [Verse One: Tajai] | |
| Man ****** 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 ******t 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 ******t is called weak | |
| And y'all our liveliehood, 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 ****** 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 ******z can't dream to think about this ******t | |
| You can bite it | |
| But by that time it'll be too late cuz it's already been recited | |
| Come rip this ******t [Verse Two: Del] | |
| Ha ha ha ha!! | |
| I try not to be, too tempermental | |
| 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 ******t 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 persistance 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 ques-tion us!! | |
| Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, | |
| Souls of Mischief | |
| Yeah check it out [Verse Three: A-Plus] | |
| It's the grill buster, the ill | |
| Plus-ter My skills must abominate, ******z who ain't rhymin great | |
| I debate The situation's critical; the ******t you say is pitiful | |
| Your skill tank is empty and my ******t 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 ******t is nicer | |
| The ill price you pay is this, | |
| I slice MC's with my greatest hits | |
| We take no ******t in rap, that's it, you wack | |
| So get your ass on, ****** bomb | |
| Be in the cut 'fore | |
| I get my blast on | |
| ****** earl's how you're comin at me, so | |
| I'ma brandish | |
| MC's Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these | |
| Yeah!! Souls of | |
| Mischief in the house | |
| Hieroglyphics, | |
| Opio come rip this ******t for the crew [Verse Four: Opio] | |
| Yeah, one two one two | |
| Who me?? Yeah see | |
| I'm only out for one thing | |
| Domination, encasin | |
| MC's chasing they dreams | |
| Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em | |
| ****** 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, | |
| MC's 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 | |
| ******, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh | |
| It's like that and-uh [Verse Five: Phesto] | |
| A Hieroglyphics yeah | |
| Clearly distinguished from these incompetent ******z 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 | |
| MC's I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades | |
| Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image like a hologram, reanimatin | |
| MC's Shamrock deceased, base | |
| Phes jus 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, hah | |
| Lettin ******z know!! |
| zuo ci : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Yeah Yeah, y' all z don' t know nothin about this | |
| What that say? | |
| Enrich Oakland funk | |
| Hah, gonna take that t serious Verse One: Tajai | |
| Man 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 t 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 t is called weak | |
| And y' all our liveliehood, 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 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 z can' t dream to think about this t | |
| You can bite it | |
| But by that time it' ll be too late cuz it' s already been recited | |
| Come rip this t Verse Two: Del | |
| Ha ha ha ha!! | |
| I try not to be, too tempermental | |
| 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 t 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 persistance 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 Verse Three: APlus | |
| It' s the grill buster, the ill | |
| Pluster My skills must abominate, z who ain' t rhymin great | |
| I debate The situation' s critical the t you say is pitiful | |
| Your skill tank is empty and my t 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 t is nicer | |
| The ill price you pay is this, | |
| I slice MC' s with my greatest hits | |
| We take no t in rap, that' s it, you wack | |
| So get your ass on, bomb | |
| Be in the cut ' fore | |
| I get my blast on | |
| earl' s how you' re comin at me, so | |
| I' ma brandish | |
| MC' s Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these | |
| Yeah!! Souls of | |
| Mischief in the house | |
| Hieroglyphics, | |
| Opio come rip this t for the crew Verse Four: Opio | |
| Yeah, one two one two | |
| Who me?? Yeah see | |
| I' m only out for one thing | |
| Domination, encasin | |
| MC' s chasing they dreams | |
| Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shakenup and touchy cuz we dissed em | |
| 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, | |
| MC' s 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 | |
| , yeah, it' s like that anduh, it' s like that anduh | |
| It' s like that anduh Verse Five: Phesto | |
| A Hieroglyphics yeah | |
| Clearly distinguished from these incompetent z 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 | |
| MC' s I couldn' t be cut with, the keenest of blades | |
| Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image like a hologram, reanimatin | |
| MC' s Shamrock deceased, base | |
| Phes jus dissipated the rest | |
| A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded | |
| Phes escalated as the mack of all trades | |
| Yeah, uhhuh | |
| Souls of Mischief, | |
| Hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c' mon! | |
| Yeah, you know we don' t stop | |
| Oakland California, hah | |
| Lettin z know!! |
| zuò cí : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Yeah Yeah, y' all z don' t know nothin about this | |
| What that say? | |
| Enrich Oakland funk | |
| Hah, gonna take that t serious Verse One: Tajai | |
| Man 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 t 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 t is called weak | |
| And y' all our liveliehood, 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 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 z can' t dream to think about this t | |
| You can bite it | |
| But by that time it' ll be too late cuz it' s already been recited | |
| Come rip this t Verse Two: Del | |
| Ha ha ha ha!! | |
| I try not to be, too tempermental | |
| 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 t 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 persistance 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 Verse Three: APlus | |
| It' s the grill buster, the ill | |
| Pluster My skills must abominate, z who ain' t rhymin great | |
| I debate The situation' s critical the t you say is pitiful | |
| Your skill tank is empty and my t 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 t is nicer | |
| The ill price you pay is this, | |
| I slice MC' s with my greatest hits | |
| We take no t in rap, that' s it, you wack | |
| So get your ass on, bomb | |
| Be in the cut ' fore | |
| I get my blast on | |
| earl' s how you' re comin at me, so | |
| I' ma brandish | |
| MC' s Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these | |
| Yeah!! Souls of | |
| Mischief in the house | |
| Hieroglyphics, | |
| Opio come rip this t for the crew Verse Four: Opio | |
| Yeah, one two one two | |
| Who me?? Yeah see | |
| I' m only out for one thing | |
| Domination, encasin | |
| MC' s chasing they dreams | |
| Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shakenup and touchy cuz we dissed em | |
| 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, | |
| MC' s 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 | |
| , yeah, it' s like that anduh, it' s like that anduh | |
| It' s like that anduh Verse Five: Phesto | |
| A Hieroglyphics yeah | |
| Clearly distinguished from these incompetent z 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 | |
| MC' s I couldn' t be cut with, the keenest of blades | |
| Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image like a hologram, reanimatin | |
| MC' s Shamrock deceased, base | |
| Phes jus dissipated the rest | |
| A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded | |
| Phes escalated as the mack of all trades | |
| Yeah, uhhuh | |
| Souls of Mischief, | |
| Hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c' mon! | |
| Yeah, you know we don' t stop | |
| Oakland California, hah | |
| Lettin z know!! |
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