Make Your Mind Up Lyrics
| Song | Make Your Mind Up |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | 93 'til Infinity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A-plus： | |
| Hieroglyphics is | |
| Gonna twist a kid's cerebellum | |
| If he lives, then i tell 'im | |
| I'll leave his head swellin' | |
| When tellin' fellas about the 5-6, | |
| Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates | |
| I got a plan, i got a plan, a strategy | |
| Adam be mad. a g mad at me cuz i got a phatta salary | |
| Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom rhymin' | |
| Never top, cuz you'll never stop the atom bombin' | |
| Hiroshima, nagasaki | |
| Don't copy | |
| The manuscript | |
| Man, you slipped | |
| You're sloppy | |
| Joe schmo, never no more | |
| I'm clever and you're | |
| Never gonna score | |
| Cuz i'm sure | |
| I'm better and pure | |
| Like cannibus | |
| And if it's possible | |
| I'll drop a new | |
| Line with the lyrics | |
| Live with the spirit and soul | |
| I got plenty in me | |
| Eeny-meeny-miny-mo | |
| Slo-mo | |
| Approach | |
| With yo ho, yup, | |
| Cuz i'm the man and you can read it in genesis | |
| A-d-a-m, | |
| The a-p-l-u-s | |
| One and the same, | |
| Runnin' the game on fly chicks | |
| Real tight, | |
| So they feel right | |
| With the 5-6 | |
| And it's like that, | |
| And that's how it is, g | |
| The skins i cross | |
| Get tossed like a frisbee | |
| Search and find lines of life in my scripture | |
| Screens make me seen | |
| So the keen get the picture | |
| Opio: | |
| Eruptions, and rustin' | |
| When i'm thrustin' | |
| Cuts men | |
| Into microscopic particles | |
| Molecules, atoms | |
| Attack 'em, hack 'em | |
| Never slow, never slack | |
| I'm invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools | |
| Who know not, flow not like this wizard | |
| Ya play with it, riddle | |
| Widdle a hole in ya dome | |
| And pull out ya gizzard | |
| Trachiotomy | |
| I slaughtta the | |
| Watery-weak | |
| Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek | |
| Niggaz tweek | |
| When i speak | |
| They retreat, | |
| Rethink what was spoken and then repeat | |
| My feat | |
| Of inhuman capabilities | |
| Rape and pillage emcees | |
| Then i kill emcees | |
| Who have no style | |
| I file niggaz down to the cuticle | |
| Who can feel my foot prints | |
| Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful | |
| Blinding, winding | |
| Up and change-ups | |
| Rearrange punks | |
| When i drops, kerplunk! | |
| Rip chunks | |
| Out the mic | |
| And then digest | |
| Why test? | |
| I'm cavin' in your chest when i express | |
| Myself | |
| Extreme confusion | |
| You think you're losin' your mind | |
| Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine | |
| Tajai: | |
| Tajai. two syllables. easy | |
| With ease, we | |
| Seize thee, | |
| But emcees be | |
| Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects | |
| I ground your text | |
| But vertebrae wack. i pound your necks | |
| Sally bone, | |
| I be prone | |
| To rip shit, likely | |
| Believe it or not, believe it i got the cock- d | |
| Cacophony | |
| I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me | |
| Your attempts deceive us | |
| And pimps know i be | |
| Excel irate | |
| And on that scale | |
| That's fail | |
| The countenances | |
| Of countless knit-wits | |
| Who wish this | |
| With mis hits | |
| But this shit is equipped with | |
| Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids | |
| Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly | |
| Fronts be phucked and | |
| Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee | |
| Punks, we often cross | |
| When soft men | |
| Is the image portrayed to them | |
| Spinach is no saviour when | |
| I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish | |
| Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures | |
| Don't tempt me | |
| Shrimps we skewered on the bar-b | |
| My foot has found wit in ya | |
| Is there any dillemma? | |
| Yo- hardly |
| Aplus: | |
| Hieroglyphics is | |
| Gonna twist a kid' s cerebellum | |
| If he lives, then i tell ' im | |
| I' ll leave his head swellin' | |
| When tellin' fellas about the 56, | |
| Live it' s me investigatin' fly chick' s privates | |
| I got a plan, i got a plan, a strategy | |
| Adam be mad. a g mad at me cuz i got a phatta salary | |
| Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom rhymin' | |
| Never top, cuz you' ll never stop the atom bombin' | |
| Hiroshima, nagasaki | |
| Don' t copy | |
| The manuscript | |
| Man, you slipped | |
| You' re sloppy | |
| Joe schmo, never no more | |
| I' m clever and you' re | |
| Never gonna score | |
| Cuz i' m sure | |
| I' m better and pure | |
| Like cannibus | |
| And if it' s possible | |
| I' ll drop a new | |
| Line with the lyrics | |
| Live with the spirit and soul | |
| I got plenty in me | |
| Eenymeenyminymo | |
| Slomo | |
| Approach | |
| With yo ho, yup, | |
| Cuz i' m the man and you can read it in genesis | |
| Adam, | |
| The aplus | |
| One and the same, | |
| Runnin' the game on fly chicks | |
| Real tight, | |
| So they feel right | |
| With the 56 | |
| And it' s like that, | |
| And that' s how it is, g | |
| The skins i cross | |
| Get tossed like a frisbee | |
| Search and find lines of life in my scripture | |
| Screens make me seen | |
| So the keen get the picture | |
| Opio: | |
| Eruptions, and rustin' | |
| When i' m thrustin' | |
| Cuts men | |
| Into microscopic particles | |
| Molecules, atoms | |
| Attack ' em, hack ' em | |
| Never slow, never slack | |
| I' m invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools | |
| Who know not, flow not like this wizard | |
| Ya play with it, riddle | |
| Widdle a hole in ya dome | |
| And pull out ya gizzard | |
| Trachiotomy | |
| I slaughtta the | |
| Wateryweak | |
| Ya slips, there' s a slobbly geek | |
| Niggaz tweek | |
| When i speak | |
| They retreat, | |
| Rethink what was spoken and then repeat | |
| My feat | |
| Of inhuman capabilities | |
| Rape and pillage emcees | |
| Then i kill emcees | |
| Who have no style | |
| I file niggaz down to the cuticle | |
| Who can feel my foot prints | |
| Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful | |
| Blinding, winding | |
| Up and changeups | |
| Rearrange punks | |
| When i drops, kerplunk! | |
| Rip chunks | |
| Out the mic | |
| And then digest | |
| Why test? | |
| I' m cavin' in your chest when i express | |
| Myself | |
| Extreme confusion | |
| You think you' re losin' your mind | |
| Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine | |
| Tajai: | |
| Tajai. two syllables. easy | |
| With ease, we | |
| Seize thee, | |
| But emcees be | |
| Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects | |
| I ground your text | |
| But vertebrae wack. i pound your necks | |
| Sally bone, | |
| I be prone | |
| To rip shit, likely | |
| Believe it or not, believe it i got the cock d | |
| Cacophony | |
| I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me | |
| Your attempts deceive us | |
| And pimps know i be | |
| Excel irate | |
| And on that scale | |
| That' s fail | |
| The countenances | |
| Of countless knitwits | |
| Who wish this | |
| With mis hits | |
| But this shit is equipped with | |
| Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids | |
| Target' s stuck to foes who pose muchly | |
| Fronts be phucked and | |
| Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee | |
| Punks, we often cross | |
| When soft men | |
| Is the image portrayed to them | |
| Spinach is no saviour when | |
| I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish | |
| Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures | |
| Don' t tempt me | |
| Shrimps we skewered on the barb | |
| My foot has found wit in ya | |
| Is there any dillemma? | |
| Yo hardly |
| Aplus: | |
| Hieroglyphics is | |
| Gonna twist a kid' s cerebellum | |
| If he lives, then i tell ' im | |
| I' ll leave his head swellin' | |
| When tellin' fellas about the 56, | |
| Live it' s me investigatin' fly chick' s privates | |
| I got a plan, i got a plan, a strategy | |
| Adam be mad. a g mad at me cuz i got a phatta salary | |
| Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom rhymin' | |
| Never top, cuz you' ll never stop the atom bombin' | |
| Hiroshima, nagasaki | |
| Don' t copy | |
| The manuscript | |
| Man, you slipped | |
| You' re sloppy | |
| Joe schmo, never no more | |
| I' m clever and you' re | |
| Never gonna score | |
| Cuz i' m sure | |
| I' m better and pure | |
| Like cannibus | |
| And if it' s possible | |
| I' ll drop a new | |
| Line with the lyrics | |
| Live with the spirit and soul | |
| I got plenty in me | |
| Eenymeenyminymo | |
| Slomo | |
| Approach | |
| With yo ho, yup, | |
| Cuz i' m the man and you can read it in genesis | |
| Adam, | |
| The aplus | |
| One and the same, | |
| Runnin' the game on fly chicks | |
| Real tight, | |
| So they feel right | |
| With the 56 | |
| And it' s like that, | |
| And that' s how it is, g | |
| The skins i cross | |
| Get tossed like a frisbee | |
| Search and find lines of life in my scripture | |
| Screens make me seen | |
| So the keen get the picture | |
| Opio: | |
| Eruptions, and rustin' | |
| When i' m thrustin' | |
| Cuts men | |
| Into microscopic particles | |
| Molecules, atoms | |
| Attack ' em, hack ' em | |
| Never slow, never slack | |
| I' m invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools | |
| Who know not, flow not like this wizard | |
| Ya play with it, riddle | |
| Widdle a hole in ya dome | |
| And pull out ya gizzard | |
| Trachiotomy | |
| I slaughtta the | |
| Wateryweak | |
| Ya slips, there' s a slobbly geek | |
| Niggaz tweek | |
| When i speak | |
| They retreat, | |
| Rethink what was spoken and then repeat | |
| My feat | |
| Of inhuman capabilities | |
| Rape and pillage emcees | |
| Then i kill emcees | |
| Who have no style | |
| I file niggaz down to the cuticle | |
| Who can feel my foot prints | |
| Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful | |
| Blinding, winding | |
| Up and changeups | |
| Rearrange punks | |
| When i drops, kerplunk! | |
| Rip chunks | |
| Out the mic | |
| And then digest | |
| Why test? | |
| I' m cavin' in your chest when i express | |
| Myself | |
| Extreme confusion | |
| You think you' re losin' your mind | |
| Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine | |
| Tajai: | |
| Tajai. two syllables. easy | |
| With ease, we | |
| Seize thee, | |
| But emcees be | |
| Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects | |
| I ground your text | |
| But vertebrae wack. i pound your necks | |
| Sally bone, | |
| I be prone | |
| To rip shit, likely | |
| Believe it or not, believe it i got the cock d | |
| Cacophony | |
| I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me | |
| Your attempts deceive us | |
| And pimps know i be | |
| Excel irate | |
| And on that scale | |
| That' s fail | |
| The countenances | |
| Of countless knitwits | |
| Who wish this | |
| With mis hits | |
| But this shit is equipped with | |
| Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids | |
| Target' s stuck to foes who pose muchly | |
| Fronts be phucked and | |
| Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee | |
| Punks, we often cross | |
| When soft men | |
| Is the image portrayed to them | |
| Spinach is no saviour when | |
| I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish | |
| Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures | |
| Don' t tempt me | |
| Shrimps we skewered on the barb | |
| My foot has found wit in ya | |
| Is there any dillemma? | |
| Yo hardly |
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