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Текст песни Souls of Mischief f Casual, Pep Love - The Interrogation

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[A-Plus]Hieroglyphics babyYeah, yeah![A-Plus]Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prisonMake you respect the wisdomMan I`m chillin` with these checks I`m gettin`Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mackJust to break a ho back, we spin that ass overStop hatin` before my dogs mash on yaNiggas claimin` they ballers they can`t even sack dosiaNo model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova?)No Range Rover just a moped and a crashed novaY`all speak hard but then you leave scarredWhen you see my deep squad it mean you fi`n to meet GodIs you a retard, it get heavy when pleas startSnatch your weak broad then we playin` leapfrog[Tajai]Yeah we sometimes explicitNever complicit, bust itI gets busy usin` the arts of mysticsBreak the shit down then I start to twist itBlow it, into the windWhen I touch the microphone it`s a win-win, situationYou placed in I`m goin` for the ballIt`s all about concentration and placementBoxin` niggas out rockin` any houseAny time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now?Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminineOff the sour mash cobwebs in my calabashBlast on you scalawagsThen I`ll blow up some power plantsDon`t have to ask you yo how was that[Chorus: Tajai]Yeah we inter-continentalMultiple mentals, possessive of all essentialsMovin` on you minstrelsMan this what we off in toThis what we was meant to doUh yeah we inter-continentalBallistic missileMelt bones, flesh and gristlePut away your pistolCause you gon` feel us when we hit youNigga we the Hiero Crew, marks[Casual]Ay,They ain`t got the heart to battle usOur challengers stay talentlessI`m imbalanced fuckin` (funabulous?)No need to counteract you counter-attack us you`re kinda wackEngaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at itLarge and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmaticWith hard shitWordsmith versatile while Jewel of the Nile style`ll get you buriedThey see your picture when they get your obituaryYou scary-ass low-class ho-ass niggaBroke-ass nigga you don`t know cash, nigga[Opio]Aw yeahI`m like side street high speedin`Sharp turnin`Rack and pinion steering veerin` towards the curb &Police runnin`, machine-gunnin`Gasoline Mark Fuhrman, start burnin`, leave nothin`No evidence just dead presidentsThe Fed`s nemesis treacherous evil residentsWho got weapons with scopes on `em Op` squash itThey deep as the exorcist tryin` to cause a closed coffinMan I`m on a mic show stoppin`Like a loaned shotgunThe rest are so monotonousPseudo-scientific but you know Hiero`s infiniteFuck a diamond I dominate concentrate[Chorus: Tajai]Yeah we inter-continentalMeditated mind state balanced mentalMovin` on you minstrelsMashin` on the instrumentalMan that`s what we meant to doUh, yeah we inter-continentalBallistic missileMelt bones, flesh and gristleYou ain`t fi`n to feel shit when we hit youWe into you, this is the Hiero Crew, marks[Phesto Dee]Yeah it`s metal gear for the track layerSword blaze your vertebaes upSwing my laser like a space-age senseiThe suckers sasheBackfire on the MessiahIt`s quick drawRapid fire through your rap attireI side-saddle yaSciatica straddle your automaticsDazzled `em with fabulous force that`s haphazardousThird-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggersI nailed Raymond, you frail baggageA stale packageSharp hatchet here`s JohnnyLyrics (rally?)Draw down like Salvador DaliOut the drawer to the HolliesSnatchin` bodies clowns get cracked up at the ColliLike niggas tryin` to 720 wind mill into our alley[Pep Love]It was written in the stone tabletsHieroglyphics rippin` microphones savagePuttin` Imperium on the map bitchNiggas be lettin` they lips flapSpeakin` on my crew in front the hoesDude, what kinda shit`s that?You bound to get slappedCar-jacked and pistol smackedAnd get your bitch kidnappedAnd I don`t even get down like thatBut word get around quickGuess you wanna hear me spit some town shitNah I got a different style, in the 99th percentileWhile you tryin` to get down I been down with real niggasThat will make you wig-wiggleWhile I`m gigglin` stickin` ya chick with the dill pickle,You feel that?[Chorus: Tajai]We inter-continentalYou corny niggas always tracin` usin` stencilsMash you mentalsI hope you got full-dentalNigga this the Hiero Crew, marksYeah we inter-continentalBallistic missleMelt bones, flesh and gristleMovin` on you minstrelsMashin` on the instrumentalNigga this the Hiero Crew, marks!

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