'94 Via Satellite (feat. Del The Funkee Homosapien)
کاور آهنگ '94 Via Satellite (feat. Del The Funkee Homosapien) از Del The Funky Homosapien, Souls Of Mischief

'94 Via Satellite (feat. Del The Funkee Homosapien)

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Yeah, y'all niggas don't know nothin' about this

What that nigga say? Enriched Oakland funk?

Ha, better take that shit serious

Let me just drop that shit

Man, fuck an MC, I got a tip that's fat and lengthy

Like a forty pistol for your missus

Maybe shoot through before you miss this

This phony shit whips your man senseless

Them obese hits with thick riffs so spin them ten bits

And come up, like these sucker punks

Don't even run up and speak

We the reason that your shit is called weak

And y'all our livelihood, 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 tight actor

Who's the singer or nothin' but hook the track up

And I've become the decisive factor, yeah

Y'all niggas can't dream to think about this shit

You can bite it

But by that time it'll be too late 'cause it's already been recited

Come with the shit

Ha ha, I try not to be too temperamental

Everything I do, yes, it's true, it's meant for mental

Renovation, with innovation laced in it, embalmin' fluid

Blowin' through your speaker, do it, make you wanna seek

Your soul like Nat King Cole, my shit is gold

I hold the pole of polarity, like a wand in final phrases

Ages before you ever heard a lion roar

My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core

The pearl of persistence to keep your interest

Keep evildoers outside with fences

I make my rhymes audible and portable

Assorted full of burstin' energy 'cause 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 comin' less than us

Dirty devils never question us

Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, Souls of Mischief

Yeah, check it out

It's the grill-buster, the ill buster

My skills must abominate niggas who ain't rhymin' great

Why debate? The situation's critical

The shit you say is pitiful

Your skill tank is empty and my shit is full

With the smooth unleaded

No one in this world ever said it

Get beheaded by the cool dreaded

MC Dicer, eyes a little bit wiser

But yo, my shit is nicer

The ill price you pay is this

I slice MCs with my greatest hits

We take no shit in rap, that's it, you're wack

So get your ass on, nigga, burrow

Be in the cut 'fore I get my blast on, nigga

Earl's how you're comin' at me

So I'ma banish MCs until they vanish with ease

Causin' damage with these, yeah

Souls of Mischief in the house

Hieroglyphics, okay, yo, come rip this shit real quick

Who, me? Yeah, see, I'm only out for one thing

Domination, in case of MCs chasin' they dreams

Evaded and slipped clean through the system

All shaken up and touchy 'cause we dissed 'em

Bitch, you need to listen to this one

The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens

Damn near beatin' out your chest, you can't predict what's next

I bet conviction is stressful

MCs that bite, they wrestle with the mic

All night, openly recite, excite

Captivate the crowd, make my mama proud now

And forever will I reign, Souls of Mischief supreme

The crown tipped to the side, you don't wanna collide

A landslide victory for the team, they all die, nigga

Yeah, it's like that and a

It's like that and a, it's like that and a

A Hieroglyphics, yeah

Clearly distinguished from these incompetent niggas

Playin' possum with the mic, suckin' penis

Tryin' to be Phest' and freaky 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 reluctant MCs

I couldn't be cut with the keenest of blades

Bolstering the limits, unprecedented

Projecting my image like a hologram

Reanimatin' MCs, Shamrock the seas

Made specimens, decimated the rest

Awaitin' antihistamines, distressed and jaded

Phest' escalated as a mack of all trades

Yeah, uh-huh

Souls of Mischief, Hieroglyphics

Throw your hands in the air, come on

Yeah, you know we don't stop

Oakland, California