[Opio]
|
|
I can't escape my thoughts,
|
my mind spirals until the vinyl stops,
|
hoot and survive the rock.
|
Inspired by the biters who try us on for size
|
disguised as rappez, but the lyrics are to massive.
|
My syle has elasticity,
|
I bounce back and take a new shape,
|
you can't get with me.
|
A true writer,
|
my brain has the capacity,
|
to outlast mc's.
|
They reach inside of themselves a vast empty space,
|
they'll never taste victory.
|
I'm sick of these fake ass niggaz
|
they all some bitches.
|
I kick rhymes enriching Hip-Hop, with A-plus on my back we shock the
|
world.
|
|
[Bridge]
|
|
[A-plus] Gonna shock the world...Gonna shock the world
|
|
[Tajai] Whatcha say now.
|
|
[A-plus] Opio gonna shock the world, A-plus gonna shock the world
|
|
[Tajai] Watcha say,
|
|
[ALL] Souls Of Mischief in tha House.
|
|
[A-plus]
|
|
A-plus without a doubt for real,
|
if you without the skill to turn it out
|
get your ass the cuttin'.
|
You steady caught in your frontin'
|
and y'all can keep on bluffin' but I gotta little somethin'.
|
You ain't know what I got.
|
Who do you think this is,
|
when I rhyme I'm like like your daddy whoopin' on one of my kids.
|
Look at this,
|
another crew that's caught up in mix.
|
Hieroglyphics turn it out.
|
And now we all up in your shit.
|
It's
|
perfectly calculted,
|
exceptionally rated,
|
people be talkin' but I don't trip and I know they hated.
|
But I be mindin' my business
|
and as Ty as my witness,
|
we won't die before we get these meal tickets.
|
Now I'm a let you know how It's gonna go fo sho.
|
I stack doe, unveil the mack show.
|
And that's no problem,
|
you got a crew go call em
|
tell him withdraw cause we know that they ain't really [ ? ],
|
come on y'all.
|
|
[Phesto]
|
|
We strictly satisfaction
|
if they givin' up action,
|
ain't a minute for slack, cause time is money baby.
|
I can' thold it back,
|
word to many stacs, Jocci,
|
J-Biz we grippin' Martini & Rossi,
|
niggaz gainin' no speed,
|
smokin' ashphalt no Ty weed,
|
straight Oakland style with the hash block,
|
cash knots in my pocket would knock to blast.
|
I put the e-q to ten,
|
reminisin' about the hoes lastnight.
|
Waitin' for this fool to bend a coner,
|
a partner hit the gas like a champ, Bumpin' this...
|
victory drums and that phat ass base line hummin'.
|
Thinkin' about comin' up before the summer hit.
|
Then bubblin' around my shit for doublin' shows,
|
so promoters sold us more then four biggies with hos.
|
And hourglass shapes for the souls, e-s-o-'s fine,
|
diamonds around my wrist is bliss,
|
it's like this y'all.
|
|
[Tajai]
|
|
Punks perpetrate that rudeboy,
|
I roll with Hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate.
|
Sous Of Mischief man you no we comin' for you with Foldger's,
|
keepin' flows up until they smolder and eventually crackle.
|
Like you mentally in the back of your mind,
|
you hear that fiendish cackle of mine,
|
I've seen it many times.
|
And I'm a say it again but remain unseen,
|
cause y'all niggaz be sweatin'
|
constantly remindin' me.
|
I live amongst thieves who will bite these,
|
but still they rhymes be spindly weight defficient.
|
I leave them shorter then Viscious,
|
cause them are weak,
|
cause I gots to pull they hem up it's also known the way I
|
do it just watch,
|
get shot.
|
It's all about the body rock, it don't stop y'all.
|
|
-----------------
|
Fa Sho Fo Real
|
Souls of Mischief |