Текст песни Make Your Mind Up - Souls of Mischief
A-plus:
Hieroglyphics
is
Gonna
twist
a
kid′s
cerebellum
If
he
lives,
then
I
tell
'im
I′ll
leave
his
head
swellin'
When
tellin'
fellas
about
the
5-6,
Live
it′s
me
investigatin′
fly
chick's
privates
I
got
a
plan,
I
got
a
plan,
a
strategy
Adam
be
mad.
A
G
mad
at
me
cuz
I
got
a
phatta
salary
Actually,
you
will
be
cookin′
like
bottom
rhymin'
Never
top,
cuz
you′ll
never
stop
the
atom
bombin'
Hiroshima,
Nagasaki
Don′t
copy
The
manuscript
Man,
you
slipped
You're
sloppy
Joe
Schmo,
never
no
more
I'm
clever
and
you′re
Never
gonna
score
Cuz
I′m
sure
I'm
better
and
pure
Like
cannibus
And
if
it′s
possible
I'll
drop
a
new
Line
with
the
lyrics
Live
with
the
spirit
and
soul
I
got
plenty
in
me
Eeny-meeny-miny-mo
Slo-Mo
Approach
With
yo
ho,
yup,
Cuz
I′m
the
man
and
you
can
read
it
in
Genesis
A-D-A-M,
The
A-P-L-U-S
One
and
the
same,
Runnin'
the
game
on
fly
chicks
Real
tight,
So
they
feel
right
With
the
5-6
And
it′s
like
that,
And
that's
how
it
is,
G
The
skins
I
cross
Get
tossed
like
a
frisbee
Search
and
find
lines
of
life
in
my
scripture
Screens
make
me
seen
So
the
keen
get
the
picture
Eruptions,
and
rustin'
When
I′m
thrustin′
Cuts
men
Into
microscopic
particles
Molecules,
atoms
Attack
'em,
hack
′em
Never
slow,
never
slack
I'm
invincible,
_________
flow
is
intense
at
fools
Who
know
not,
flow
not
like
this
wizard
Ya
play
with
it,
riddle
Widdle
a
hole
in
ya
dome
And
pull
out
ya
gizzard
Trachiotomy
I
slaughtta
the
Watery-weak
Ya
slips,
there′s
a
slobbly
geek
Niggaz
tweek
When
I
speak
They
retreat,
Rethink
what
was
spoken
and
then
repeat
My
feat
Of
inhuman
capabilities
Rape
and
pillage
emcees
Then
I
kill
emcees
Who
have
no
style
I
file
niggaz
down
to
the
cuticle
Who
can
feel
my
foot
prints
Soot
gets
kicked
in
your
eye,
beautiful
Blinding,
Winding
Up
and
change-ups
Rearrange
punks
When
I
drops,
kerplunk!
Rip
chunks
Out
the
mic
And
then
digest
Why
test?
I'm
cavin′
in
your
chest
when
I
express
Myself
Extreme
confusion
You
think
you're
losin'
your
mind
Cuz
my
rhyme
cuts
holes
like
a
nine
Tajai.
Two
syllables.
Easy
With
ease,
we
Seize
thee,
But
emcees
be
Cuz
they
come
wacker
than
batman
sound
effects
I
ground
your
text
But
vertebrae
wack.
I
pound
your
necks
Sally
bone,
I
be
prone
To
rip
shit,
likely
Believe
it
or
not,
believe
it
I
got
the
cock-
D
Cacophony
I
cap
the
phonies,
so
there
is
no
needs
for
me
Your
attempts
deceive
us
And
pimps
know
I
be
Excel
irate
And
on
that
scale
That′s
fail
The
countenances
Of
countless
knit-wits
Who
wish
this
With
mis
hits
But
this
shit
is
equipped
with
Homin′
devices
that
are
precise
as
they
get,
kids
Target's
stuck
to
foes
who
pose
muchly
Fronts
be
phucked
and
Punk
nuts,
why
gets
amongst
thee
Punks,
we
often
cross
When
soft
men
Is
the
image
portrayed
to
them
Spinach
is
no
saviour
when
I
pop
eyes,
all
of
the
guys
feel
my
brutish
Strength,
and
wimpies
see
haggard
futures
Don′t
tempt
me
Shrimps
we
skewered
on
the
bar-b
My
foot
has
found
wit
in
ya
Is
there
any
dillemma?
Yo-
hardly
1 93 'Til Infinity
2 Let 'Em Know
3 Live and Let Live
4 That's When Ya Lost
5 That’s When Ya Lost
6 A Name I Call Myself
7 Disseshowedo
8 What a Way to Go Out
9 Never No More
10 Limitations
11 Limitations
12 Anything Can Happen
13 Make Your Mind Up
14 Batting Practice
15 Tell Me Who Profits
16 Outro
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