`94 Via Satellite

<br>Yeah<br>Yeah, y`all niggaz don`t know nothin about this<br>What that nigga say? Enrich Oakland funk<br>Hah, gonna take that shit serious<br><br>[Verse One: Tajai]<br>Man fuck an MC<br>I got a tip that`s fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol<br>for your missus, baby she`ll do me `fore you miss this<br>sporty shit whips your man senseless<br>Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits<br>and come up, like these sucker punks won`t even run up<br>and speak, we the reason that your shit is called weak<br>And y`all our liveliehood, as long as it`s understood<br>The crew be rippin this, and you be strippin this<br>like it was hubs, why? Because we cuttin them dubs<br>so fuckin fat, that you gotta bite that, we got it like that<br>I`m not no type actor hoopster singer or nuttin<br>We`ll hook the track up, and I`ll become the, decisive factor<br>Yeah!! .. Y`all niggaz can`t dream to think about this shit<br>You can bite it<br>But by that time it`ll be too late cuz it`s already been recited<br>Come rip this shit<br><br>[Verse Two: Del]<br>Ha ha ha ha!!<br>I try not to be, too tempermental<br>Everything I do yes it`s true it`s meant for mental renovation<br>With innovation laced it, embalmin fluid<br>flew it through your speaker do it make you want to seek your soul<br>like Nat King Cole, my shit is gold<br>I hold a pole of polarity, like a wand and fondle phrases<br>ages, before you ever heard a lion roar<br>My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core<br>The pearl of persistance to keep your interest<br>Keep evildoers outside with fences<br>I make my rhymes audible and portable and sort it for<br>the burst of energy cuz it`s affordable of course<br>there`s more to throw, to the sharks, and modify the marks<br>Perhaps I use a parable of Rosa Parks, on the front of the bus<br>I don`t discuss coming less than us<br>Dirty devils never ques-tion us!!<br><br>Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, Souls of Mischief<br>Yeah check it out<br><br>[Verse Three: A-Plus]<br>It`s the grill buster, the ill Plus-ter<br>My skills must abominate, niggaz who ain`t rhymin great I debate<br>The situation`s critical; the shit you say is pitiful<br>Your skill tank is empty and my shit is full<br>Went to school unleaded<br>No one in this world ever said it<br>Get beheaded by the crew dreaded, MC dicer, I`sa<br>little bit wiser, but yo my shit is nicer<br>The ill price you pay is this, I slice MC`s with my greatest hits<br>We take no shit in rap, that`s it, you wack<br>So get your ass on, nigga bomb<br>Be in the cut `fore I get my blast on<br>Nigga earl`s how you`re comin at me, so I`ma brandish MC`s<br>Until they vanish with ease, causin damage with these<br>Yeah!!<br><br>Souls of Mischief in the house<br>Hieroglyphics, Opio come rip this shit for the crew<br><br>[Verse Four: Opio]<br>Yeah, one two one two<br>Who me?? Yeah see I`m only out for one thing<br>Domination, encasin MC`s chasing they dreams<br>Evaded and slipped clean through the system<br>mauled shaken-up and touchy cuz we dissed em<br>Bitch you need to listen to this one<br>The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens<br>Damn near beatin out your chest, ya can`t predict what`s next<br>I bet conviction is stressful, MC`s that bite they wrestle<br>with the mic, all night, hopin to recite<br>Excite, captivate the crowd, make my momma proud, now<br>and forever will I drain, Souls of Mischief supreme<br>The crown tipped, to the side, you don`t wanna collide<br>A landslide victory for the team they all died<br>Nigga, yeah, it`s like that and-uh, it`s like that and-uh<br>It`s like that and-uh<br><br>[Verse Five: Phesto]<br>A Hieroglyphics yeah<br>Clearly distinguished from these incompetent niggaz<br>playin possum with the mic, suckin peanuts<br>Tryin to be Phes, freak it with a twist<br>but missed, by a long shot, I hope they all flop<br>I manipulate the mic as a concussive force<br>No remorse for, preluckin MC`s<br>I couldn`t be cut with, the keenest of blades<br>Holstering the limits of pressing in it, projecting my image<br>like a hologram, reanimatin MC`s<br>Shamrock deceased, base Phes jus dissipated the rest<br>A waiting antihistamine is distressed and jaded<br>Phes escalated as the mack of all trades<br><br>Yeah, uh-huh<br>Souls of Mischief, Hieroglyphics, throw your hands in the air c`mon!<br>Yeah, you know we don`t stop<br>Oakland California, hah<br><br>Lettin niggaz know!!