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Текст песни Souls Of Mischief - The Interrogation

Souls Of Mischief - The Interrogation слова песни




[a-plus]Hieroglyphics babyYeah, yeah![a-plus]Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prisonMake you respect the wisdomMan Im chillin with these checks Im gettinCashola 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 cant even sack dosiaNo model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova? )No range rover just a moped and a crashed novaYall speak hard but then you leave scarredWhen you see my deep squad it mean you fin 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 its a win-win, situationYou placed in Im goin for the ballIts 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 Ill blow up some power plantsDont 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 aint got the heart to battle usOur challengers stay talentlessIm imbalanced fuckin (funabulous? )No need to counteract you counter-attack us youre 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 stylell get you buriedThey see your picture when they get your obituaryYou scary-ass low-class ho-ass niggaBroke-ass nigga you dont know cash, nigga[opio]Aw yeahIm like side street high speedinSharp turninRack and pinion steering veerin towards the curb &Police runnin, machine-gunninGasoline mark fuhrman, start burnin, leave nothinNo evidence just dead presidentsThe feds nemesis treacherous evil residentsWho got weapons with scopes on em op squash itThey deep as the exorcist tryin to cause a closed coffinMan Im on a mic show stoppinLike a loaned shotgunThe rest are so monotonousPseudo-scientific but you know hieros infiniteFuck a diamond I dominate concentrate[chorus: tajai]Yeah we inter-continentalMeditated mind state balanced mentalMovin on you minstrelsMashin on the instrumentalMan thats what we meant to doUh, yeah we inter-continentalBallistic missileMelt bones, flesh and gristleYou aint fin to feel shit when we hit youWe into you, this is the hiero crew, marks[phesto dee]Yeah its metal gear for the track layerSword blaze your vertebaes upSwing my laser like a space-age senseiThe suckers sasheBackfire on the messiahIts quick drawRapid fire through your rap attireI side-saddle yaSciatica straddle your automaticsDazzled em with fabulous force thats haphazardousThird-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggersI nailed raymond, you frail baggageA stale packageSharp hatchet heres 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 shits that? You bound to get slappedCar-jacked and pistol smackedAnd get your bitch kidnappedAnd I dont 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 Im 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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