This the one... this one here... right here
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[Tajai]
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Ah yeah, my peoples if you want me, cool
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Everybody know the T is the joint be comin through
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with the _____ like Napolean Bonaparte(sp?) I'm swoll
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yall niggas that be flowin, it's all heart no soul
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you lack the balance, couldn't rip it in virtual reality
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I got a style that's dehumanizing
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Keepin' eyes on swell
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the demise of your personel
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that's not surprising
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Yo I got live and in my verse I _____ your best man
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show me that as I get in it
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Sorry, no gimmicks
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cause with me the possibilities is limitless
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I'm too _______ at this English shit
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and if ya didn't list this as your favorite
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you simply didn't listen...closely
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to the rhymes I kick to my sisters and my brethoren (sp?)
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never try to front like I'm a veteran
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but give respect and receive I leave
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but you feel the presence
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cause the bass drum got resonance
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[Opio]
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Check it out cause you all know me
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Opio Lindsay...champion MC
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internationally...niggas be challenging thee
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Heiroglyphics imperium steering 'em heat
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get get up out ya seat
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nigga ya weak
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I'd rather spit at a freak
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and get up under the sheets
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instead of... configuring speech
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for niggas to leech on
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my crew touch the mic
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Souls of Mischief we be on...point
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sure as Casual hit the joint
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making muthafuckas scream and shout
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ya know we turn it out
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so baby girl with the light brown eyes
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let me speak to you a minute and examine them thighs
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and get wise to the fact
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that I'm hip to that act
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don't try to play that role
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let's get real and hit the sack
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it ain't all like that
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you know...we keep in contact
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let me take control... just relax
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{Chorus}
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[A-Plus]
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I demonstrate the skills that niggas need to flow
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they need to ____ a bro
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but even so I still leave you though
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you know I never understood about wack
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ain't nuthin' good about wack
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it's all shit, that's what my niggas call it
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that's all I know well fuck the rest raps
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I'll buck ya chest perhaps
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ya luck is less, black
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you flunked the test, yes
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and you will never pass
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I got them hoes sayin' A-plus
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you so fresh with ya clever ass
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No doubt MC's are gettin' ransacked
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see I'm the man, black
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stand back
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this is what ya plan lack
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the proper use of flows
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___________ my ________
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you hoes that don't do ya own rhymes
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got to chew the pros
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the buddha flows with a sack on the floor
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from '93 til we chill now we back in the door
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but now, it's gruesome when a crew's dumb
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so I gotta bruise 'em
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Heiroglyphics win, never lose
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[Phesto]
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Here goes Phes-rock
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makin' ladies just drop
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out of conrol from the soul
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making money don't stop
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to the fellas never jealous
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celebrate the fact
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Souls of Mischief comin' way too phat
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to sit back and ________ maybe
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you be excilerating and exhault
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as I expand my palm and baby in the _______
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not at all was I shocked she wasn't ________
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at my performance
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I leave 'em in aw without warning
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so try to ascertain your ass a brain cause I reign
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breakin backs and necks over tracks for checks
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leavin' niggas heartless, discarded
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by the genuine artist strechin' to the farthest
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reachin' your imagination, niggas catchin' a blur
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I'm like the ________,
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my rhymes come together like clockwork
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perfect is the only way to word it
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energy excerted
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it's Souls of Mischief on your circuit
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check it out...
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(Chorus)
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