- '94 Via Satellite 歌词 Souls of Mischief The Funkee Homosapien
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- The Funkee Homosapien '94 Via Satellite 歌词
- Souls of Mischief The Funkee Homosapien
- Yeah Yeah, y'all ******z don't know nothin about this
What that ****** say?
Enrich Oakland funk
Hah, gonna take that ******t serious [Verse One: Tajai]
Man ****** an
MC I got a tip that's fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol for your missus, baby she'll do me 'fore you miss this sporty ******t whips your man senseless
Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits and come up, like these sucker punks won't even run up and speak, we the reason that your ******t is called weak
And y'all our liveliehood, as long as it's understood
The crew be rippin this, and you be strippin this like it was hubs, why?
Because we cuttin them dubs so ****** fat, that you gotta bite that, we got it like that
I'm not no type actor hoopster singer or nuttin
We'll hook the track up, and
I'll become the, decisive factor
Yeah!! ..
Y'all ******z can't dream to think about this ******t
You can bite it
But by that time it'll be too late cuz it's already been recited
Come rip this ******t [Verse Two: Del]
Ha ha ha ha!!
I try not to be, too tempermental
Everything
I do yes it's true it's meant for mental renovation
With innovation laced it, embalmin fluid flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek your soul like
Nat King Cole, my ******t is gold
I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases ages, before you ever heard a lion roar
My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core
The pearl of persistance to keep your interest
Keep evildoers outside with fences
I make my rhymes audible and portable and sort it for the burst of energy cuz it's affordable of course there's more to throw, to the sharks, and modify the marks
Perhaps I use a parable of
Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus
I don't discuss coming less than us
Dirty devils never ques-tion us!!
Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house,
Souls of Mischief
Yeah check it out [Verse Three: A-Plus]
It's the grill buster, the ill
Plus-ter My skills must abominate, ******z who ain't rhymin great
I debate The situation's critical; the ******t you say is pitiful
Your skill tank is empty and my ******t is full
Went to school unleaded
No one in this world ever said it
Get beheaded by the crew dreaded,
MC dicer,
I'sa little bit wiser, but yo my ******t is nicer
The ill price you pay is this,
I slice MC's with my greatest hits
We take no ******t in rap, that's it, you wack
So get your ass on, ****** bomb
Be in the cut 'fore
I get my blast on
****** earl's how you're comin at me, so
I'ma brandish
MC's Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these
Yeah!! Souls of
Mischief in the house
Hieroglyphics,
Opio come rip this ******t for the crew [Verse Four: Opio]
Yeah, one two one two
Who me?? Yeah see
I'm only out for one thing
Domination, encasin
MC's chasing they dreams
Evaded and slipped clean through the system mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em
****** you need to listen to this one
The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens
Damn near beatin out your chest, ya can't predict what's next
I bet conviction is stressful,
MC's that bite they wrestle with the mic, all night, hopin to recite
Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now and forever will
I drain, Souls of
Mischief supreme
The crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna collide
A landslide victory for the team they all died
******, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh
It's like that and-uh [Verse Five: Phesto]
A Hieroglyphics yeah
Clearly distinguished from these incompetent ******z playin possum with the mic, suckin peanuts
Tryin to be
Phes, freak it with a twist but missed, by a long shot,
I hope they all flop
I manipulate the mic as a concussive force
No remorse for, preluckin
MC's I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades
Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image like a hologram, reanimatin
MC's Shamrock deceased, base
Phes jus dissipated the rest
A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded
Phes escalated as the mack of all trades
Yeah, uh-huh
Souls of Mischief,
Hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c'mon!
Yeah, you know we don't stop
Oakland California, hah
Lettin ******z know!!
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