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Souls Of Mischief

Trilogy

 

Trilogy

(album: Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution - 2000)


Eighteen willing rednecks sendin me deaththreats
Cause his niece fantasize about wet sex when I'm in her headsets
She throw caution to the wind
They want to put my third eye in the crosshairs and then
Let rounds off
But see life is a gamble
I stay on my toes like (Ben Vereen?)
And I seen plenty scandals (everyday)
You sound soft when you speaking
You need ammo to turn Rambo you's a weekend warrior
Oakland California will eat you alive
That shit is weak you can try, you'll get slammed joe
You get your hands broke swinging on the Man of Steel
You was Blood early this morning now you kryptonite
Mass appeal in the battlefield will have you killed
You get lit up right in front of your building
For telling lies to children and selling homicide
Come and get some real killers who won't let you walk on by
Or that drama slide
Man get ostracized
Daughter cries cause her father dies before her eyes
Watch what you talking or you might see the same demise
Dangerous times this ain't them kill rhymes

We from a place that make you want to leave your gold home
Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
We be smoking on that killer Cali homegrown
So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on

Now we ener-getic kopa-setic never static fully automatic
Very well rounded English boundless
Classic spastic catch and try to grasp it with
Massive missives hit from drastic distance
Graceful swiftness spatially senseless
Music enthusiasts
Danger seeking
Dramatic dynamic action addict
My rhymes are flame filled expedience game
Real experience
Flashburn MCs with thermal radiation
Feel the ill change the command we aim
To expand these parameters
Phes-Delta, pencil beam ya rap amateurs
Surface to surface, inertial guidance
Throw your pilot
Send 'em all back to the flow asylum
Soul annoyed street sweep the (D E is?) a minefield
For rhyme skill
I travel in shockwaves and spine chills

Oakland Cali is a warzone
Evereyday is getting harder as it goes on
Souls, stick together like chromosomes
Then we puff a cortisone and get our flows on
In a place that make you want to leave your gold home
Dangerous like the hole that's up in the ozone
We be smoking on that killer Cali homegrown
So strong, out of town chicks can't keep their clothes on

Yo, yo
I'm already smashing in a steady fashion
One day I'll get a (fetty?) mansion I'm ready for action
Without any distraction
Chilling with homies and some women feelin lonely
No one depending on me henny sipping slowly
Through your dough off that buddha smoke
Drinking a beautiful
Tell you only if it's for you to know
We arising and soon to blow
And the timing is suitable
But I wonder what these niggas be fighting and feuding fo
We do a show
And the price would not fall
And if a fight started off I slice like Darth Maul
No diversion can deter the surgeon operating
Exert & (be served?) if you don't stop the hating
It's bad business like a virgin copulating
Wired up with the coppers waiting
Without a condom and she ovulating
I'm Eddie Haskell
Ready to deal with any asshole
Without any hassle, ha ha

Fuck a backstabbing snake
Slick, you's a snake
Who tried to penetrate the clique, you sick
I'm serious about this rap shit
We serious about this rap shit
We give a fuck about these hoes that jock
A rolex watch
And give up the twat
For some stones and rocks
If you bulletproof vested & holding a Glock
Keep that shit to yourself man you sound like a narc

done

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