Songtext zu 'Fa Sho Fo Real' von Souls Of Mischief

[opio]

I cant escape my thoughts,
My mind spirals until the vinyl stops,
Hoot and survive the rock.
Inspired by the biters who try us on for size
Disguised as rappez, but the lyrics are to massive.
My syle has elasticity,
I bounce back and take a new shape,
You cant get with me.
A true writer,
My brain has the capacity,
To outlast mcs.
They reach inside of themselves a vast empty space,
Theyll never taste victory.
Im sick of these fake ass niggaz
They all some bitches.
I kick rhymes enriching hip-hop, with a-plus on my back we shock the
World.

[bridge]

[a-plus] gonna shock the world...gonna shock the world

[tajai] whatcha say now.

[a-plus] opio gonna shock the world, a-plus gonna shock the world

[tajai] watcha say,

[all] souls of mischief in tha house.

[a-plus]

A-plus without a doubt for real,
If you without the skill to turn it out
Get your ass the cuttin.
You steady caught in your frontin
And yall can keep on bluffin but I gotta little somethin.
You aint know what I got.
Who do you think this is,
When I rhyme Im like like your daddy whoopin on one of my kids.
Look at this,
Another crew thats caught up in mix.
Hieroglyphics turn it out.
And now we all up in your shit.
Its
Perfectly calculted,
Exceptionally rated,
People be talkin but I dont trip and I know they hated.
But I be mindin my business
And as ty as my witness,
We wont die before we get these meal tickets.
Now Im a let you know how its gonna go fo sho.
I stack doe, unveil the mack show.
And thats no problem,
You got a crew go call em
Tell him withdraw cause we know that they aint really [ ? ],
Come on yall.

[phesto]

We strictly satisfaction
If they givin up action,
Aint a minute for slack, cause time is money baby.
I can thold it back,
Word to many stacs, jocci,
J-biz we grippin martini & rossi,
Niggaz gainin no speed,
Smokin ashphalt no ty weed,
Straight oakland style with the hash block,
Cash knots in my pocket would knock to blast.
I put the e-q to ten,
Reminisin about the hoes lastnight.
Waitin for this fool to bend a coner,
A partner hit the gas like a champ, bumpin this...
Victory drums and that phat ass base line hummin.
Thinkin about comin up before the summer hit.
Then bubblin around my shit for doublin shows,
So promoters sold us more then four biggies with hos.
And hourglass shapes for the souls, e-s-o-s fine,
Diamonds around my wrist is bliss,
Its like this yall.

[tajai]

Punks perpetrate that rudeboy,
I roll with hiero...glypics here to make the bump circulate.
Sous of mischief man you no we comin for you with foldgers,
Keepin flows up until they smolder and eventually crackle.
Like you mentally in the back of your mind,
You hear that fiendish cackle of mine,
Ive seen it many times.
And Im a say it again but remain unseen,
Cause yall niggaz be sweatin
Constantly remindin me.
I live amongst thieves who will bite these,
But still they rhymes be spindly weight defficient.
I leave them shorter then viscious,
Cause them are weak,
Cause I gots to pull they hem up its also known the way i
Do it just watch,
Get shot.
Its all about the body rock, it dont stop yall.