Artist: Souls of Mischief Album: No Man's Land Song: Fa Sho Fo Real Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE: Opio ] I can't escape my thoughts, my mind spirals until the vinyl stops You can't survive the rock I lock on to the mic Inspired by the biters who try us on for size Disguised as rappers, but their lyrics are too massive My syle has elasticity I bounce back and take a new shape, you can't get with me A true writer, my brain has the capacity To outlast MC's They reach inside of themselves, a vast empty space They'll never taste victory I'm sick of these Fake ass niggas, they all some bitches I kick rhymes enriching hip-hop With A-Plus on my back we shock The world Gon' shock the world [ VERSE: A-Plus ] A-Plus without a doubt for real If you without the skill To turn it out Get your ass to cuttin You steady caught in your frontin And y'all can keep on bluffin But I got a little somethin You ain't know what I got, who do you think this is When I rhyme I'm like your daddy whoopin on one of my kids Look at this Another crew that's caught up in mix (Hieroglyphics turn it out) And now we all up in yo shit It's perfectly calculted Exceptionally rated People be talkin but I don't trip and I know they hate it But I be mindin my bidness And the Most High is my witness We won't die 'fore we get these meal tickets Now I'ma let you know how it's gon' go fo sho I stack dough, unveil the mack show And that's no problem You got a crew, go call 'em Tell 'em withdraw cause we know that they ain't really raw Come on, y'all Fo sho fa real [ VERSE: Phesto ] We strictly satisfaction If they givin up action Ain't a minute for slack, cause time is money, baby I can't hold it back Word to Manny Stacks, Jocci J-Biz, B. Griffin, Martini & Rossi Niggas hittin high speed Smokin asphalt, no Thai weed Straight Oakland style with the hash block Cash knots in my pocket with knock to blast I put the EQ to 10, reminiscin about that cock last Night, waitin for this fool to bend a corner Partner, hit the gas like a champ bumpin this Big Touré drums and that fat-ass bassline hummin Thinkin' about comin up before the summer hit Then bubblin, run my shit for doublin shows So promoters owe us more than four figures with hoes Disclosin hourglass shapes for the Souls ESO's finest, diamonds 'round my wrist is bliss It's like this Y'all [ VERSE: Tajai ] Hoes perpetrate that rudebwoy, I roll with Hiero- glypics here to make the bump circulate Sous of Mischief, man, you no we comin for you with Folgers Heat them flows up until they smolder Eventually crackle Like you mentally in the back of your mind You hear that fiendish cackle of mine I've seen it many times And I'ma see it again but remain unseen Cause y'all niggas be sweatin Constantly remindin me I live amongst thieves who will bite these But still they rhymes be spindly, weight-deficient I leave 'em shorter then Vicious Cause dem are weak So I gots to pull they hem up It's also known the way I do it, just watch Get shot It's all about that body rock It don't stop Y'all