[Peplove talkin']
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[Opio]
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MC's they diss but want to be subtle
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what can I say to disgruntle
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Heiroglyphics but then the rebuttle
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that's trouble
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don't want to get caught stuck on the mic
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I know what it's like
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I seen some niggas be victims last night
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a pitiful sight
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all four of them, they tight
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..[Phesto] Disguise it between the lines, man, it'll be
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aight...
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write rhymes in the limelight
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can't afford excitement
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gotta be careful
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down low when I recite it
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[Phesto]
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Cause you niggas are weak
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immune to freakin shit surpressed 'em
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quarrenteened to malpractice
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but mics you need to be arrested
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bribery, for your recitals that suck
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dick infested, with your misconceptions
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you can duck, the mic with digress and babblin'
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disestablishin' the fact ya wack ass backwards destined
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unimpressive, much too lacking, you divulgin'
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exposin'... ya posin'
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comin from no new angles
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the same flows that keep us dozin'
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[Peplove talkin']
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[Opio]
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Got 'em terrified
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let's clarify this shit, who bit
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prepare to die for that _______
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you crossed me you gets clips
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sendin' 'em shockwaves
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beatin his rhyme until it's concave
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leavin' his nerves wracked, his eyes glazed
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raisin em out the misconception
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that you stepped in the right direction
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Souls of Mischief is perfection
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you need to miss this
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cause we get down to business
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MC's if you resent us when ya rock on the fenders(?)
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[Phesto]
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So why resist that we the best at... what we do
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when ya'll are just decoration for the recreation
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fakin MC's with blatent disregard for making the bump
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my patience is up
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resign Heiroglyphics devine, refined
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you niggas need to find an assonine that's uninclined
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to rhyme confined
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to mindless behind a _______
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and swift about a second, if in time trying to diss
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just bow and scrape
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cause Souls of Mischief whippin' niggas in shape
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[Peplove talkin']
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[Tajai]
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I guess I'm good at the game of natural selectiveness
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in the Wild Wild West
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where the beats got wild wise
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and niggas stayed down the streets from their grandmamas
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hoppin with the three four fifty poppin in their ______ cause
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that's how it goes, that's how it's gonna stay, rather toasty
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nuthin' like my day, you don't say
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I remember me, Snupe, ______, and Toure
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all them for days
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ready for the ______ and _______
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with anyone who test
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but let me tell ya somethin though ma-n
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all that funkin' got is nuthin' but lumps and no pay
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now my only lumps is sums
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and the funk it just hums
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out ya high flying ______
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ya system is stupid dumb
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a hint of wisdom come, each second ya grow
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so rememberin some shit ya wish ya didn't know
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like this, don't trust your bitch
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cause she's here with me
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just a skip to the rarity and bust a skit
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[Peplove talkin']
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[A-Plus]
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Hold up, I wanna explain
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you wack and shit
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you lack the gift
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I wanna smack you kid
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because the fact you did
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an unforgivable crime, wanting to rhyme
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against the smooth master
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I move faster, my crew'll blast ya
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and I bet you thought you gets no I see you (?)
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don't even entertain the thought that I'd be through slicin'
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you
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see a nigga like me constructs lines to buck minds
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you can't corrupt minds
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I'm givin these niggas tough times
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I'm above crimes
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with "I don't give a fuck" rhymes
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niggas love mine
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MC's see me as unkind
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with their dumb rhymes
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I can find and track black
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leave them standin' frozen
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people say A-Plus that man is chosen
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I'm the man with hoes and cash
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fast, to catch ya dozin
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there's no gimmicks, no ego trippin'
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no backwards flows and
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there's no fuckin' whistle
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Souls of Mischief is destruction
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easily destruct your facial tissue
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Heiroglyphics, never late to diss you
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[Peplove talkin']
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No Man's Land
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