Make Your Mind Up Lyrics - 93 'til Infinity - Souls Of Mischief

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 fatter salary 

Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen 

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, [unverified] 

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, tracheotomy 

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, butt emcees be 

'Cuz they come whacker 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 fucked and punk nuts, why gets amongst thee 

Punks, we often cross when soft men 

Is the image portrayed to them 

Spinach is no savior when 

I Popeye's, all of the guys feel my brutish 

Strength, and Wimpy's see haggard futures 

Don't tempt me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie 

My foot has found wit' in ya 

Is there any dilemma? Yo, hardly