| Song | Let 'Em Know |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | 93 'til Infinity |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Opio： | |
| 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 | |
| _________ 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| The frame of being slain | |
| By my slang | |
| Once again | |
| I wreck brainz | |
| Tajai: | |
| Yo, shit occurs | |
| When i shift my words | |
| I dip a swisher | |
| To my kisser | |
| And get spliffta | |
| I riff ta | |
| Be the mista | |
| The abyss ta | |
| 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 | |
| [chorus:] | |
| "yeah, i'ma let ya know | |
| Yeah, i'ma let ya know | |
| Yeah, i let you know | |
| Yo, i'm lettin niggaz know" | |
| A-plus: | |
| 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 | |
| Very booty indeed | |
| Prayin you could be freed | |
| From torture | |
| Or i'll scorch ya | |
| With a torch a' | |
| 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 | |
| Phesto: | |
| Here i go again | |
| Return of the jedi | |
| Red eye | |
| Use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor | |
| I pounce and trounce on emcees when i slay ya | |
| Remember the days | |
| You parleys 'em to the left | |
| Cuz i get deffer | |
| Than senior citizens with alzheimer's | |
| And squash rhymas to vapor | |
| Shatter- at a | |
| Forfeitcha when i splitcha | |
| Tore and ripped ya | |
| My oratore's quick ta | |
| Concoct a sicka- flow | |
| So crawl back under your rock | |
| Get off my jock | |
| I'm quicka than minute rice | |
| To split and slice | |
| Rappaz as i entrapped ya | |
| Slapped ya | |
| With my rapture | |
| On the down low, i trapped your brain | |
| And flips it | |
| Watch the maestro | |
| Slice hoz, entice hoz | |
| As i rip shit | |
| Dip shit | |
| You rap but | |
| Keep your trap shut | |
| Cuz you lack what | |
| Phesto's inducing | |
| I get mood swings! |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Opio: | |
| 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 | |
| _________ rubadub 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| The frame of being slain | |
| By my slang | |
| Once again | |
| I wreck brainz | |
| Tajai: | |
| Yo, shit occurs | |
| When i shift my words | |
| I dip a swisher | |
| To my kisser | |
| And get spliffta | |
| I riff ta | |
| Be the mista | |
| The abyss ta | |
| 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 jampacked | |
| 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 | |
| chorus: | |
| " yeah, i' ma let ya know | |
| Yeah, i' ma let ya know | |
| Yeah, i let you know | |
| Yo, i' m lettin niggaz know" | |
| Aplus: | |
| I say that nigga a | |
| That nigga ak | |
| 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 | |
| Very booty indeed | |
| Prayin you could be freed | |
| From torture | |
| Or i' ll scorch ya | |
| With a torch a' | |
| 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 | |
| Phesto: | |
| Here i go again | |
| Return of the jedi | |
| Red eye | |
| Use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor | |
| I pounce and trounce on emcees when i slay ya | |
| Remember the days | |
| You parleys ' em to the left | |
| Cuz i get deffer | |
| Than senior citizens with alzheimer' s | |
| And squash rhymas to vapor | |
| Shatter at a | |
| Forfeitcha when i splitcha | |
| Tore and ripped ya | |
| My oratore' s quick ta | |
| Concoct a sicka flow | |
| So crawl back under your rock | |
| Get off my jock | |
| I' m quicka than minute rice | |
| To split and slice | |
| Rappaz as i entrapped ya | |
| Slapped ya | |
| With my rapture | |
| On the down low, i trapped your brain | |
| And flips it | |
| Watch the maestro | |
| Slice hoz, entice hoz | |
| As i rip shit | |
| Dip shit | |
| You rap but | |
| Keep your trap shut | |
| Cuz you lack what | |
| Phesto' s inducing | |
| I get mood swings! |