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"Its the--
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Ill Plusta Phesto D.,
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O. Lindsey,
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T. Massey so whatchyou wanna be??
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Us!!
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Just peep the bump and thump,
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you ain't got no choice
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so throw your hands up!"
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Opio:
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You're stuck,
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crucified you'll lose don't try your luck,
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I'll cut 'em up
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run through and ruin mc's they can suck my dick
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the Hieroglyphic Kingdom bring em down to earth
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they're worthless worse since the beginning
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and I'm winning
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offending mc's they can't accept it
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inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary
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and I hear he dont be coming off the top
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he better drop and give me fifty
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cause if he dont shape up I take whats mine
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and at your title, what you write I'll demolish
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polish up your skills just forget all this
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call it quits it's overwhelming
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you keep failing to impress
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you're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest
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I got pages for the courageous amazes
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fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic
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you're flow is basic, youll get erased quick
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stick to fantasizing
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you're wack and deny the fact that I win
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ease the pain, I still remain the king
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I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame
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famous mc
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even a nameless mc gets unfriendly
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so we out to check em
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direct from O. Lindsey
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A-Plus:
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Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate?
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I find your shit to be fake,
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your mind ain't fit to create
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Cease see you later, mack
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Accidents waitin to happen
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trying to fade the Adam
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They bags is broke when they attack him
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cause I play the mack,
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see that's an everyday thing
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you can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we hang
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I gets game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the
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east side of O.
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getting jocked when we try to go
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to these funk missions
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with a grudge written overnight
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rappers come wishin
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but Plus hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit
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them hoes jock me the most,
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wish I was there
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when them cowards jumped Donnie and Los
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we own all mics in the solar system
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you gets dropped when the Souls come reposessing props
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with the older wisdom
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and the beat it just drops and I hold the rhythm
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Souls of mischief is the coldest
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To all you crews thinkin we was weak as you
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well would you listen to a doozy,
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you're lucky that we dissaprove and frown
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at that candy coated cartoon clown shit
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we don't allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites)
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you scared yourself into popping lip and jest
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suckers saving face but catch it in the chest
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so just abate your haste
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To activate your _________
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cause he eat the best rhymer
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stop your crew up with jemima
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I got the tool just ____ of the drama
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Yo but that's madness, my shit's the bump
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If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump
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my mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk
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and only then would I sqawk
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and babble nonsense
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ripping this shit long as I'm conscious
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and even in your dreams you'll fiend and follow it
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no paths you better quit 'for y'all and get with the
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vocabulary lunchmeats
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suckers smoke pads
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of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the house
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Niggas are fake
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they gettin baked trying to penetrate the inferno
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I surround the microphone wit
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cause to the highest degrees mc's marvel over me
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I never reconsider getting rid of them
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they perishing embarassing as the air gets thin
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I stare em in the eyes before I wear them in
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its no comparison to the immaculate
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you get ramshackled with the mic
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lanced with the javelin for rattling off at the lip
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(Get off my dick)
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But you can think what'f I stigmatized if you tried
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it's circumstantial
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you niggas are unadvanced with the mic
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in avalanche you don't have a chance just dance to
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the beat I'm notorious for bics
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niggas trying to come to grips but its
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inevitable you'll never know
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execution is your only resoultion
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so retrace your steps or face your death
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Bump Shit
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Souls of Mischief |