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Interrogation

アーティスト:Souls Of Mischief  アルバム:Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution 

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(a-plus) Hieroglyphics baby Yeah, yeah! (a-plus) Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prison Make you respect the wisdom Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin' Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over Stop hatin' before my dogs mash on ya Niggas claimin' they ballers they can't even sack dosia No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova? ) No range rover just a moped and a crashed nova Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet god Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog (tajai) Yeah we sometimes explicit Never complicit, bust it I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics Break the shit down then I start to twist it Blow it, into the wind When I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation You placed in I'm goin' for the ball It's all about concentration and placement Boxin' niggas out rockin' any house Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now? Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash Blast on you scalawags Then I'll blow up some power plants Don't have to ask you yo how was that (chorus: tajai) Yeah we inter-continental Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials Movin' on you minstrels Man this what we off in to This what we was meant to do Uh yeah we inter-continental Ballistic missile Melt bones, flesh and gristle Put away your pistol Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you Nigga we the hiero crew, marks (casual) Ay, They ain't got the heart to battle us Our challengers stay talentless I'm imbalanced f**kin' (funabulous? ) No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic With hard shit Wordsmith versatile while jewel of the nile style 'll get you buried They see your picture when they get your obituary You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga (opio) Aw yeah I'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'


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