94 Via Satellite Lyrics by Souls Of Mischief

94 Via Satellite Lyrics

    Yeah
    Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin about this
    What that nigga say? enrich oakland funk
    Hah, gonna take that shit serious

    [verse one: tajai]
    Man fuck an mc
    I got a tip that's fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol
    For your missus, baby she'll do me 'fore you miss this
    Sporty shit whips your man senseless
    Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits
    And come up, like these sucker punks won't even run up
    And speak, we the reason that your shit is called weak
    And y'all our liveliehood, 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 type actor hoopster singer or nuttin
    We'll hook the track up, and i'll become the, decisive factor
    Yeah!! .. y'all niggaz can't dream to think about this shit
    You can bite it
    But by that time it'll be too late cuz it's already been recited
    Come rip this shit

    [verse two: del]
    Ha ha ha ha!!
    I try not to be, too tempermental
    Everything i do yes it's true it's meant for mental renovation
    With innovation laced it, embalmin fluid
    Flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek your soul
    Like nat king cole, my shit is gold
    I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases
    Ages, before you ever heard a lion roar
    My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core
    The pearl of persistance to keep your interest
    Keep evildoers outside with fences
    I make my rhymes audible and portable and sort it for
    The burst of energy cuz 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 coming less than us
    Dirty devils never ques-tion us!!

    Yeah, hieroglyphics in the house, souls of mischief
    Yeah check it out

    [verse three: a-plus]
    It's the grill buster, the ill plus-ter
    My skills must abominate, niggaz who ain't rhymin great i debate
    The situation's critical; the shit you say is pitiful
    Your skill tank is empty and my shit is full
    Went to school unleaded
    No one in this world ever said it
    Get beheaded by the crew dreaded, mc dicer, i'sa
    Little bit wiser, but yo my shit is nicer
    The ill price you pay is this, i slice mc's with my greatest hits
    We take no shit in rap, that's it, you wack
    So get your ass on, nigga bomb
    Be in the cut 'fore i get my blast on
    Nigga earl's how you're comin at me, so i'ma brandish mc's
    Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these
    Yeah!!

    Souls of mischief in the house
    Hieroglyphics, opio come rip this shit for the crew

    [verse four: opio]
    Yeah, one two one two
    Who me?? yeah see i'm only out for one thing
    Domination, encasin mc's chasing they dreams
    Evaded and slipped clean through the system
    Mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em
    Bitch you need to listen to this one
    The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens
    Damn near beatin out your chest, ya can't predict what's next
    I bet conviction is stressful, mc's that bite they wrestle
    With the mic, all night, hopin to recite
    Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now
    And forever will i drain, souls of mischief supreme
    The crown tipped, to the side, you don't wanna collide
    A landslide victory for the team they all died
    Nigga, yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh
    It's like that and-uh

    [verse five: phesto]
    A hieroglyphics yeah
    Clearly distinguished from these incompetent niggaz
    Playin possum with the mic, suckin peanuts
    Tryin to be phes, freak it 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, preluckin mc's
    I couldn't be cut with, the keenest of blades
    Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image
    Like a hologram, reanimatin mc's
    Shamrock deceased, base phes jus dissipated the rest
    A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded
    Phes escalated as the mack of all trades

    Yeah, uh-huh
    Souls of mischief, hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c'mon!
    Yeah, you know we don't stop
    Oakland california, hah

    Lettin niggaz know!!

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