Yeah   Yeah, y’all niggaz don’t know nothin about this   What that nigga say? enrich oakland funk   Hah, gonna take that shit serious      [verse one: tajai]   Man fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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 fuckin 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 niggaz can’t dream to think about this shit   You can bite it   But by that time it’ll be too late cuz it’s already been recited   Come rip this shit      [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 shit 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, niggaz who ain’t rhymin great I debate   The situation’s critical; the shit you say is pitiful   Your skill tank is empty and my shit 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 shit is nicer   The ill price you pay is this, I slice mc’s with my greatest hits   We take no shit in rap, that’s it, you wack   So get your ass on, nigga bomb   Be in the cut ’fore I get my blast on   Nigga 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 shit 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   Bitch 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   Nigga, 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 niggaz   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 niggaz know!!