Yeah
Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin' about this
What that [bad word] say? Enrich Oakland funk
Ha, gonna take that [bad word] serious

Man [bad word] 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 [bad word] whips your man senseless

Them obese hits, with thick wrists, so spin them ten bits [bad word] up, like these sucker punks won't [bad word] up
And speak, we the reason that your [bad word] is called weak
And y'all our livelihood, 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] the, decisive factor
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't dream to think about this [bad word] You can bite it but by that time it'll be too late
'Cuz it's already been [bad word] rip this [bad word] 
Ha ha ha ha
I try not to be, too temperamental
Everything I do yes it's [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 persistence 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 [bad word] less than us dirty devils never question us

Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, Souls of Mischief
Yeah check it out

It's the grill buster, the ill Pluster
My skills must abominate, niggaz who ain't rhymin' great I debate
The situation's critical; the [bad word] you say is pitiful
Your skill tank is empty and my [bad word] 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 [bad word] is nicer
The ill price you pay is this, I slice MCs with my greatest hits

We take no [bad word] in rap, that's it, you wack
So get your [bad word] on, [bad word] bomb be in the cut 'fore I get my blast on [bad word] earl's how [bad word]  at me, so I'ma brandish MCs
Until they vanish with ease, causin' damage with these, yeah

Souls of Mischief in the house
Hieroglyphics, [bad word] rip this [bad word] for the crew

Yeah, one two one two
Who me? Yeah see I'm only out for one thing
Domination, encasin' MCs chasing they dreams
Evaded and slipped clean through the system

Mauled shaken-up and touchy 'cuz we dissed em [bad word] you need to listen to this one
The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens [bad word] near beatin' out your chest, ya can't predict what's next

I bet conviction is stressful, MCs 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
landslide victory for the team they all died [bad word]  yeah, it's like that and-uh, it's like that and-uh
It's like that and-uh

Hieroglyphics yeah
Clearly distinguished from these [bad word] 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' MCs
I couldn't be