Souls of Mischief - One lyrics

rate me

One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One

Go get it

Olympic gold pendant

We the old tenant

They flow to it

Who the most prolifically in frost with it

Souls get up on it like some silicone tities

Better go get it

Before these pantyhose critics

They back birds like? Bo Ritic you dope british?

The whole Hiero? collition? is no gimmick

These photogenic flaws then lost me home skillet

See I never trip cause my shit is more original

Cut a chicken neck like trillville or kill bill

They twist a pimple while I'm poppin with the pistol

Cops blowin on they whistle, Vicky sticky as a fizzle

Squiggle and wobblin? girai?

Her mind stayed a slave to my mic control, a blind face

My methods slide like a tunnel

That had climbed the subterranean

Back of ya brain

That stayed in the remain of your reflection

Puffin on my medicine

To perfection

Any questions, listen closely

Shinin like my grand pappy's old school go to

Glimmin like my Aunt Patty's black caddy's modes do

I'm a lap 'em well, your woman control you

Not in and out of cause I keep my composure

Delectable dosure, I'm smokin in the pole pit

Legalizin shit, east Oakland the culprit

Yea, I hopped out the turbo jet

Turtle neck in turbo stand

Earned from the table turf with dirty workin hands

Circumstance historia, tables still turnin

And I still leave MC's six feet beneath the eternal bed

Off the turkish hands

Five standers murmurin and I'm murderin the mas with critical mass

See them hurricane

Land a storm thicker and I'm quicker than lightning

Strike twice, my device is sicker than

Knock 'em out like Mickey fear

Shuffle 'em like icky woods with the sticky good in the dickie hood

Call for control

Femur's biggie

Ball sucking tax money from Biloxi Missisippi

A war means perish they short on more fiends, syringes

To busy, change in the fortism in the tender loin still got fiends

They was overseas over anything to see the sittin boys put up oil

My mass in precision of a mathematician

Fags insistin on graspin my diction

Put your hands up on this one, yea it's in the missin

The classes you skip mean you lack the essentials

24 years deep that's a tradition

These stacks in edition or raps in the kitchen

Spice rack is expensive, recipe simple

Gimme the track or ride pad in a pencil

Rap like cats nigga stand at attention

Weak span is a fiction

Don't you go the distance

Hoes sees the difference, you OG's are niggas

MC's be bitches they go PB Silly

Robusts when I bust?, flow beef? be pimpin

Do it for the rush, that's what keep me spittin

If the planet spinnin, then I'm gettin of in it

If I set it then I'm in it, Fuck if you off in it

I got stripes, yea I got stripes

Don't ever get me twisted with these 5 by lights

Think twice before you try my nikes

Do the math, you don't even know the half of what my lifes like

Love them straight women, even I like Dike

Hey corny rappers thinkin that they fly like kites

When twilights strikes, then my might likes

Great raps that had me on your mind like lice

Irritatin this shit, you imitatin the chick

I bet when you were runnin away, niggaz takin your whip

Your ex-girl, man, hit me straight in the lip

And then you snitch put him in prison facin the grip

I bet you need a woozie just to get you a groupie

My partner in a? ruba? now her mama feelin sue ya

Rap that about me, that's a problem in the future

I got a big ass crew and I can introduce ya

One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One