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作词 : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... |
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Yeah Yeah, y'all ******z don't know nothin about this |
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What that ****** say? |
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Enrich Oakland funk |
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Hah, gonna take that ******t serious [Verse One: Tajai] |
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Man ****** an |
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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 |
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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 |
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And y'all our liveliehood, as long as it's understood |
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The crew be rippin this, and you be strippin this like it was hubs, why? |
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Because we cuttin them dubs so ****** fat, that you gotta bite that, we got it like that |
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I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or nuttin |
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We'll hook the track up, and |
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I'll become the, decisive factor |
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Yeah!! .. |
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Y'all ******z can't dream to think about this ******t |
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You can bite it |
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But by that time it'll be too late cuz it's already been recited |
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Come rip this ******t [Verse Two: Del] |
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Ha ha ha ha!! |
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I try not to be, too tempermental |
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Everything |
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I do yes it's true it's meant for mental renovation |
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With innovation laced it, embalmin fluid flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek your soul like |
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Nat King Cole, my ******t is gold |
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I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases ages, before you ever heard a lion roar |
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My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core |
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The pearl of persistance to keep your interest |
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Keep evildoers outside with fences |
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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 |
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Perhaps I use a parable of |
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Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus |
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I don't discuss coming less than us |
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Dirty devils never ques-tion us!! |
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Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, |
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Souls of Mischief |
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Yeah check it out [Verse Three: A-Plus] |
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It's the grill buster, the ill |
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Plus-ter My skills must abominate, ******z who ain't rhymin great |
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I debate The situation's critical; the ******t you say is pitiful |
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Your skill tank is empty and my ******t is full |
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Went to school unleaded |
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No one in this world ever said it |
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Get beheaded by the crew dreaded, |
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MC dicer, |
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I'sa little bit wiser, but yo my ******t is nicer |
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The ill price you pay is this, |
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I slice MC's with my greatest hits |
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We take no ******t in rap, that's it, you wack |
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So get your ass on, ****** bomb |
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Be in the cut 'fore |
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I get my blast on |
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****** earl's how you're comin at me, so |
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I'ma brandish |
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MC's Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these |
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Yeah!! Souls of |
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Mischief in the house |
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Hieroglyphics, |
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Opio come rip this ******t for the crew [Verse Four: Opio] |
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Yeah, one two one two |
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Who me?? Yeah see |
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I'm only out for one thing |
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Domination, encasin |
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MC's chasing they dreams |
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Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em |
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****** you need to listen to this one |
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The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens |
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Damn near beatin out your chest, ya can't predict what's next |
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I bet conviction is stressful, |
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MC's that bite they wrestle with the mic, all night, hopin to recite |
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Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now and forever will |
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I drain, Souls of |
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Mischief supreme |
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The crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna collide |
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A landslide victory for the team they all died |
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******, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh |
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It's like that and-uh [Verse Five: Phesto] |
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A Hieroglyphics yeah |
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Clearly distinguished from these incompetent ******z playin possum with the mic, suckin peanuts |
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Tryin to be |
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Phes, freak it with a twist but missed, by a long shot, |
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I hope they all flop |
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I manipulate the mic as a concussive force |
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No remorse for, preluckin |
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MC's I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades |
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Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image like a hologram, reanimatin |
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MC's Shamrock deceased, base |
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Phes jus dissipated the rest |
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A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded |
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Phes escalated as the mack of all trades |
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Yeah, uh-huh |
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Souls of Mischief, |
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Hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c'mon! |
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Yeah, you know we don't stop |
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Oakland California, hah |
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Lettin ******z know!! |