Souls Of Mischief - Souls Of Mischief

Kaboom!

The Jedi’s back to seismic

Shock ya, I’m the doctor

With the donor organ I amputated from your body, shotty

I got equipped with slingshots to fling rocks and clean clocks

I’m leaving emcees in comas, traumatized

In conniptions when I flips my scionic powers

It’s been hours, since you cowards

Got devoured, when I showered these

Catastrophic flows, I’m overwhelming foes

‘Cause Phesto’s rhetoric’s the sedative bestowed

Upon ya, misdemeaning the schemes when I shift your blisters

(Busta Rhymes: «Always misbehaving and mischievous»)

Yo, now I gotta kill a nigga quicker than AIDS virus

Will a hoe try the flyest?

‘Cause I just

Know that fools will never know the half and then I laugh

‘Cause I never sweat none of them niggas from Telegraph

And I never ever front, but I pull a clever stunt

And I do it better so I bet it’s what you want

Give me the props and while you’re at it, get off the penises

Of the Keener kids, you seen I did

Destruction, what’s in store, skins for me

‘Cause I am the man and you can only pretend to be

A-P-L, you know the rest is history

X is finsta be flexin' instantly

Since it be my turn, I burn like VD

Venereal Disease and I bury all emcees

Souls of Mischief, my bros hoes can get with

I suppose that a foe knows who is gifted

(Busta Rhymes: «Always misbehaving and mischievous»)

I’m sly, swift like a stiff spring breeze

Swing schemes of a nature that is mischievous

My soul is into this, render this

Mic property, properly

Or I’ll pop ya, G, see I got to be

Incarcerated, hated by the boys in blue, poison you

Pose a threat, if you wanna step then I can voice a few

Verses, curses never catch me ‘cause I’m crafty

Nasty like your bitch getting rich on the ave, see

I’m a vandal and I think the vast majority that bore of me

I’m well-endowed, shroud the head with a beanie

Now I’m feeling camouflaged, my bat is lodged in your ribcage, meany

Miney mo, find me, Joe could cross me on the PM

Creepin', crack the cranium when I see him

‘Cause Opio gets even Stevens, tis the season

For swinging bats and taxin', breaking backs and

Smacking all the suckers ‘cause I’m thieving

(A-Plus: Ayo, who’s it on?)

Tajai ‘cause I’m flyer than invites

And when mics are gripped, dips flip

The bat will then hit with the stiff one

Gets funds for freakin' words and herds of huns

Now chumps, um, fight ‘cause I hit more skins than sunlight

So one plight is equal to the flight

Heads, bob or crack as Louisviller flies opponents

And frauds get jelly or come crummy like the donuts

Chewy, many have said when I envelop folks

I can come flyer than sex on Hubble telescopes

Hella folks are heathen, there’s no reason for existence

Persistence to drive then you die;

why bother

I shoos off foes like Japanese restaurants

The best ain’t gots to practice, I bat kids and adults

Ask folks why, because I’m leavin'

Ayo fuck this shit, man, I’m out…

(Busta Rhymes: «Always misbehaving and mischievous»)