Ya Don't Stop lyrics
Song information
Artist: Souls Of Mischief Album: No Man's Land
Lyrics
[Opio]
Say what Never under pressure Stress free we shock the mic You don't impress me I live the life of an mc no pretending Souls of mischief rock tha house So baby spread your wings now And let me come on in Show you right from wrong you wanna do it again Release all that pinned up aggression Come caress and massage my dick, baby It's not a maraudin' stick Damn right hieroglyphics for life Close knit while these others crews fight we write hits As for us settlin' Discrepancies with other mc's, it's a breeze Cause I stay focused while they frustrated Ease off the mic Don't cause a ruckus It's destructive Unproductive See us we keep in touch with the one's that bite Yah some write to dis But it's a miss match I guess I attract the wack backstage We wage battles and leave em unscathed
[Phesto]
It's phesto, in stereo Souls of mischief don't stop, don't quit To everybody in the o, hiero.. Glyphics rollers imperially equipped to eclipse And overshadow the best with no stress just The mic conceit With my limits boundless Countless Plus my prowess psychedelic funk For the female folk who wanna get into some mischief Submissive like I got em drunk And I got em junked With they knees hyperextended, weakened Speaking in tongues like a ventriloquist Until I quit While these niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense I don't respond simp They just punks beyond dips Infatuated with they lyrics never corespondent I guess it never dawned on em That they don't belong on the mic like Germs, I like to watch them squirm Convincin' me they styles Anything more then elementary, but spermacidal Is the title they've earned
[A-plus]
I'm comin' from the land of dope Where all of these niggaz never planned to hope You can either be the man to know But my plan was writin' hella raw Standing quiet cause I be the man ya like To hand the mic So I can make a dollar, and make ya holler I never fake a scholar Dumpin' rappers in a lake of water I proceed to max Be pagin' leed if I need the sacs Get the weed relax In the o we knowin' where you at Be in the cut if you scared of them gats Cause oakland niggaz be prepared to jack shit I make my mail so I don't have to run that broke skid Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock But yo I rock the spot Hah... with that soul shit I smoke a quarter and flow swift
[Tajai]
Now phuck that [queen low]? I'm talkin' half sips to the heads Lit's have a meeting of the minds Nobodies leavin' till we all red Went to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site to see The music inside invitin' me To rip the mic if need be But you know it's important that I pull the women with the jewels Glistenin'... whoo Only I can get the fly sister rumps to switch up With a swisher sittin' on trompe [ ? ], you niggaz step in hap hazard To the stage was center t to the a's up in the zone solo Bitch niggaz should've thrown bolos But you mist em Now even your miss is listed I feel the jealous stares stuck at my back Ut don't drop the microphone until I feel I fully did that Damn Who these kids that come to every single show And always wanna pull they roscoes instead of hoes You better grow up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with So just dole out with all that dumb shit The souls of mischief click down with hieroglyphics
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"No Man's Land" album track list
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