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featuring Del the Funky Homosapien 

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 nothing 
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, embalming 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, encasing 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, to get your heart rate quickens 
damn near beating 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, hoping to recite 
Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now 
Never ever 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!!

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