| Yo, come on
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| Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
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| Evidence and Babu on the beat, for Souls of Mischief
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| So unique yo, yo Ope set it
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| I’m sharper than Clive Barker or Steven King when I’m authoring evil things
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| I’ll smoke you like a Marlboro, but I’m a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie
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| That make people dream of cities of gold
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| Around the world twice before I was 20 years old
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| Fuckin' slutty-ass hoes, and top-notch babes spending money uh-oh
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| Offerin' to buy me some coke
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| Listen baby I’m a lyricist, that’s not my thing
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| I slang dope, but not pharmaceuticals super flow
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| Yeah numero uno cuz you know
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| The human cat scan wouldn’t read your brain, they say «He's insane!»
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| Listen to my raps man
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| Colder than zero, I’ll freeze the rain, hail mary
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| We remain, don’t care if we front page on the rolling stones
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| It’s in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till I’m overthrown
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| I’m jack hammering, raps of stone
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| Walls and I won’t fall
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| Victim, drunk like I’m awesome, incredible, federal
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| Like forty watter (?), hotter than an orgy, spot a corny nigga from a mile away
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| Yeah, Eastside Oakland, raised me that way, I got my three eyes open
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| Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head
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| And keep firing when I hear sirens
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| Mind your own, try to find your own, before your
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| Time is gone, see we all dying' alone
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| I’ll never be the one to cry if you don’t
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| But who the fuck am I to imply what you decide is wrong
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| Give a fuck about what you side you on
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| Or you going to kill
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| Niggas keepin' it real don’t pay none of my bills
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| Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit
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| No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don’t need acid
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| «We be developed in this rap shit»
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| «Souls of Mischief»
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| «You got to understand»
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| I’m chocolate thunder on the track board
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| Throwing heat like Goose Gossage, sidearm
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| Like a firearm on a hostage
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| Ready for combat, it’s contact sport with gat forced hiphonics
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| They high drama like Trump and Ivana
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| I’m art, 2600 sharp and nimble
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| Transmission double clutch I’ll double dust the symbol
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| Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen
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| Skate to Cardinal (?) like glaze on Olympic luges
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| Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver
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| I’m armor-all on vinyl, ya’ll vaginal
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| In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final
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| Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals
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| Hammer up through the head winds with Evidence, Babu and ira science,
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| hire a sniper
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| I still dodge the bullets while I windmill the viper, high performance
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| And use your face as a windshield wipers
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| Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper bitch
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| Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch
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| This here we taking shit, and they ain’t taking shit
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| And if you take this shit, rework it and remake it we gon' break your shit
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| I said it, minutes set it, any man in my dominion
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| Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers, my tenants remain true
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| You do you, as far as I’m concerned this is all mine and ya’ll my tenants
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| This rhyming of polemical proportion
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| Scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians
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| Histrionics, Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you
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| chase tail
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| The mirror’s amazed at what it sees
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| MCs empty reflections and soul projection
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| I use the message as my soul’s protection
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| Etch out some complex shit, man that next shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soundscience , by - Souls Of Mischief. Song from the album Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп