Souls of Mischief - Let 'Em Know lyrics

rate me

[Opio:]

You're irresponsible

No focus

I hold this advice script

I ripped it to shreds

I was headed

With sound waves and frequencies

Frequently I'm freakin the

Flows like hoes

_ rub-a-dub those

Shattering Glass Joes

With decibels

To break spectacles

You can't see

You're feelin' queezy

And uneasy

Steppin cautious because you're nauseous

I squashes

Emcees like I was Colossus

Flippin on Magneto

Never metal

Without my bending

Ending all existance, my rhymes blending

Niggaz up and liquifying

Punks are crying

Crews are dying

While the mack keeps shining

Gleaming

Girls are screaming

Cuz I'm arousing

My styles bring

_ kids, so how you look?

Ya drowning, and drained

The frame of being slain

By my slang

Once again

I wreck brainz

[Tajai:]

Yo, shit occurs

When I shift my words

I dip a Swisher

To my kisser

And get spliffta

I riff ta

Be the Mista

The abyss ta

Widen

Cuz I slide in

Like a titan

Mythical

When I grip or pull

Spliff, it will manipulate my brain

In ways to plot or gain

And raises

Tajai is the brand that

Keep it jam-packed

Frankly- pretty damn phat

It's over me, I am enough to rip it flat

And pass- the mic to me

And see emcees sadden- fast!

You're ratty

Match my tip, you pips

And Gladyss Knight gets darkness

Is where we best start, kids

If ours gets bootlegged and sold in the market

Then mark this

Them stands plan to be targets

And I'll stand grand

Then peace to Richmond and

Of course the Land

I'm lettin ya know cuz I can

[CHORUS:]

"Yeah, I'ma let ya know

Yeah, I'ma let ya know

Yeah, I let you know

Yo, I'm lettin niggaz know"

[A-Plus:]

I say that nigga A

That nigga A-K

Can make a nigga day

In a very special nigga way

Breaking backs and fists

As I smack and dis

Wackness

Cuz they lack this

Phatness

In fact this

Very booty indeed

Prayin you could be freed

From torture

Or I'll scorch ya

With a torch a'

Gasoline

I smash your spleen

I'm quick to blast a fiend

You betta jet if ya' ass is keen

Yeah, I got a masta plan

I'm fasta than

Drastic Man

My thing is "Who would blast a friend?"

I only blast wack rhymas

It's time to find ya' own flows

I throw spines and bones

Your ass

extremely ass

You see me pass

The senior class

Yo- and now I'm free at last

So let me bust a grill if I must

Making blood spill and your eyes fill with puss

When I bust

[Phesto:]

Here I go again

Return of the Jedi

Red eye

Use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor

I pounce and trounce on emcees when I slay ya

Remember the days

You parleys 'em to the left

Cuz I get deffer

Than senior citizens with Alzheimer's

And squash rhymas to vapor

Shatter- at a

Forfeitcha when I splitcha

Tore and ripped ya

My oratore's quick ta

Concoct a sicka- flow

So crawl back under your rock

Get off my jock

I'm quicka than minute rice

To split and slice

Rappaz as I entrapped ya

Slapped ya

With my rapture

On the down low, I trapped your brain

And flips it

Watch the maestro

Slice hoz, entice hoz

As I rip shit

Dip shit

You rap but

Keep your trap shut

Cuz you lack what

Phesto's inducing

I get mood swings!