The Interrogation Lyrics by Souls Of Mischief

The Interrogation Lyrics

    [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 fuckin' (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'
    No evidence just dead presidents
    The fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents
    Who got weapons with scopes on 'em op' squash it
    They deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin
    Man i'm on a mic show stoppin'
    Like a loaned shotgun
    The rest are so monotonous
    Pseudo-scientific but you know hiero's infinite
    Fuck a diamond i dominate concentrate

    [chorus: tajai]
    Yeah we inter-continental
    Meditated mind state balanced mental
    Movin' on you minstrels
    Mashin' on the instrumental
    Man that's what we meant to do
    Uh, yeah we inter-continental
    Ballistic missile
    Melt bones, flesh and gristle
    You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you
    We into you, this is the hiero crew, marks

    [phesto dee]
    Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer
    Sword blaze your vertebaes up
    Swing my laser like a space-age sensei
    The suckers sashe
    Backfire on the messiah
    It's quick draw
    Rapid fire through your rap attire
    I side-saddle ya
    Sciatica straddle your automatics
    Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous
    Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers
    I nailed raymond, you frail baggage
    A stale package
    Sharp hatchet here's johnny
    Lyrics (rally?)
    Draw down like salvador dali
    Out the drawer to the hollies
    Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the colli
    Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill into our alley

    [pep love]
    It was written in the stone tablets
    Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage
    Puttin' imperium on the map bitch
    Niggas be lettin' they lips flap
    Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes
    Dude, what kinda shit's that?
    You bound to get slapped
    Car-jacked and pistol smacked
    And get your bitch kidnapped
    And i don't even get down like that
    But word get around quick
    Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit
    Nah i got a different style, in the 99th percentile
    While you tryin' to get down i been down with real niggas
    That will make you wig-wiggle
    While i'm gigglin' stickin' ya chick with the dill pickle,
    You feel that?

    [chorus: tajai]
    We inter-continental
    You corny niggas always tracin' usin' stencils
    Mash you mentals
    I hope you got full-dental
    Nigga this the hiero crew, marks
    Yeah we inter-continental
    Ballistic missle
    Melt bones, flesh and gristle
    Movin' on you minstrels
    Mashin' on the instrumental
    Nigga this the hiero crew, marks!

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