Bump Shit Lyrics - Singles - Souls Of Mischief

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"its the-- 

Ill plusta phesto d., 

O. lindsey, 

T. massey so whatchyou wanna be? ? 

Us!! 

Just peep the bump and thump, 

You ain't got no choice 

So throw your hands up!" 

Opio: 

You're stuck, 

Crucified you'll lose don't try your luck, 

I'll cut 'em up 

Run through and ruin mc's they can suck my dick 

The hieroglyphic kingdom bring em down to earth 

They're worthless worse since the beginning 

And I'm winning 

Offending mc's they can't accept it 

Inside he hide his fear of theory that shit was weary 

And I hear he don't be coming off the top 

He better drop and give me fifty 

Cause if he don't shape up I take what's mine 

And at your title, what you write I'll demolish 

Polish up your skills just forget all this 

Call it quits it's overwhelming 

You keep failing to impress 

You're sluggish, I'll put a fake mc to rest 

I got pages for the courageous amazes 

Fazes my opponent leave the microphone bic 

You're flow is basic, youll get erased quick 

Stick to fantasizing 

You're wack and deny the fact that I win 

Ease the pain, I still remain the king 

I sing a lullaby to nullify the lazy ass lame 

Famous mc 

Even a nameless mc gets unfriendly 

So we out to check em 

Direct from o. lindsey 

A-plus: 

Why you gotta to do the kind of shit that I hate? 

I find your shit to be fake, 

Your mind ain't fit to create 

Cease see you later, mack 

Accidents waitin to happen 

Trying to fade the adam 

They bags is broke when they attack him 

Cause I play the mack, 

See that's an everyday thing 

You can peep these hoes jocking in whenever we hang 

I gets game from 'em, see hieroglyphics came from the 

East side of o. 

Getting jocked when we try to go 

To these funk missions 

With a grudge written overnight 

Rappers come wishin 

But plus hold the mic and slap you with the bump shit 

Them hoes jock me the most, 

Wish I was there 

When them cowards jumped donnie and los 

We own all mics in the solar system 

You gets dropped when the souls come reposessing props 

With the older wisdom 

And the beat it just drops and I hold the rhythm 

Souls of mischief is the coldest 

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To all you crews thinkin we was weak as you 

Well would you listen to a doozy, 

You're lucky that we dissaprove and frown 

At that candy coated cartoon clown shit 

We don't allow it, (naw that would make us some hypocrites) 

You scared yourself into popping lip and jest 

Suckers saving face but catch it in the chest 

So just abate your haste 

To activate your _________ 

Cause he eat the best rhymer 

Stop your crew up with jemima 

I got the tool just ____ of the drama 

Yo but that's madness, my shit's the bump 

If I didn't have hits, I'd persist to pump 

My mind to capacity till the shit just dump out on the sidewalk 

And only then would I sqawk 

And babble nonsense 

Ripping this shit long as I'm conscious 

And even in your dreams you'll fiend and follow it 

No paths you better quit 'for y'all and get with the 

Vocabulary lunchmeats 

Suckers smoke pads 

Of something lack the gumption get smacked when we up in the house 

Niggas are fake 

They gettin baked trying to penetrate the inferno 

I surround the microphone wit 

Cause to the highest degrees mc's marvel over me 

I never reconsider getting rid of them 

They perishing embarassing as the air gets thin 

I stare em in the eyes before I wear them in 

Its no comparison to the immaculate 

You get ramshackled with the mic 

Lanced with the javelin for rattling off at the lip 

(get off my dick) 

But you can think what'f I stigmatized if you tried 

It's circumstantial 

You niggas are unadvanced with the mic 

In avalanche you don't have a chance just dance to 

The beat I'm notorious for bics 

Niggas trying to come to grips but its 

Inevitable you'll never know 

Execution is your only resoultion 

So retrace your steps or face your death 

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