Soundscience - Souls Of Mischief

Yo, come on

Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Evidence and Babu on the beat, for Souls of Mischief

So unique yo, yo Ope set it

I’m sharper than Clive Barker or Steven King when I’m authoring evil things

I’ll smoke you like a Marlboro, but I’m a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie

That make people dream of cities of gold

Around the world twice before I was 20 years old

Fuckin' slutty-ass hoes, and top-notch babes spending money uh-oh

Offerin' to buy me some coke

Listen baby I’m a lyricist, that’s not my thing

I slang dope, but not pharmaceuticals super flow

Yeah numero uno cuz you know

The human cat scan wouldn’t read your brain, they say «He's insane!»

Listen to my raps man

Colder than zero, I’ll freeze the rain, hail mary

We remain, don’t care if we front page on the rolling stones

It’s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till I’m overthrown

I’m jack hammering, raps of stone

Walls and I won’t fall

Victim, drunk like I’m awesome, incredible, federal

Like forty watter (?), hotter than an orgy, spot a corny nigga from a mile away

Yeah, Eastside Oakland, raised me that way, I got my three eyes open

Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head

And keep firing when I hear sirens

Mind your own, try to find your own, before your

Time is gone, see we all dying' alone

I’ll never be the one to cry if you don’t

But who the fuck am I to imply what you decide is wrong

Give a fuck about what you side you on

Or you going to kill

Niggas keepin' it real don’t pay none of my bills

Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit

No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don’t need acid

«We be developed in this rap shit»

«Souls of Mischief»

«You got to understand»

I’m chocolate thunder on the track board

Throwing heat like Goose Gossage, sidearm

Like a firearm on a hostage

Ready for combat, it’s contact sport with gat forced hiphonics

They high drama like Trump and Ivana

I’m art, 2600 sharp and nimble

Transmission double clutch I’ll double dust the symbol

Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen

Skate to Cardinal (?) like glaze on Olympic luges

Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver

I’m armor-all on vinyl, ya’ll vaginal

In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final

Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals

Hammer up through the head winds with Evidence, Babu and ira science,

hire a sniper

I still dodge the bullets while I windmill the viper, high performance

And use your face as a windshield wipers

Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper bitch

Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch

This here we taking shit, and they ain’t taking shit

And if you take this shit, rework it and remake it we gon' break your shit

I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion

Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers, my tenants remain true

You do you, as far as I’m concerned this is all mine and ya’ll my tenants

This rhyming of polemical proportion

Scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians

Histrionics, Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you

chase tail

The mirror’s amazed at what it sees

MCs empty reflections and soul projection

I use the message as my soul’s protection

Etch out some complex shit, man that next shit