The Interrogation Lyrics - Souls Of Mischief

[a-plus] 

Hieroglyphics baby 

Yeah, yeah! 

[a-plus] 

Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prison 

Make you respect the wisdom 

Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin' 

Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack 

Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over 

Stop hatin' before my dogs mash on ya 

Niggas claimin' they ballers they can't even sack dosia 

No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova? ) 

No range rover just a moped and a crashed nova 

Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred 

When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet god 

Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start 

Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog 

[tajai] 

Yeah we sometimes explicit 

Never complicit, bust it 

I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics 

Break the shit down then I start to twist it 

Blow it, into the wind 

When I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation 

You placed in I'm goin' for the ball 

It's all about concentration and placement 

Boxin' niggas out rockin' any house 

Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now? 

Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine 

Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash 

Blast on you scalawags 

Then I'll blow up some power plants 

Don't have to ask you yo how was that 

[chorus: tajai] 

Yeah we inter-continental 

Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials 

Movin' on you minstrels 

Man this what we off in to 

This what we was meant to do 

Uh yeah we inter-continental 

Ballistic missile 

Melt bones, flesh and gristle 

Put away your pistol 

Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you 

Nigga we the hiero crew, marks 

[casual] 

Ay, 

They ain't got the heart to battle us 

Our challengers stay talentless 

I'm imbalanced fuckin' (funabulous? ) 

No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack 

Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it 

Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic 

With hard shit 

Wordsmith versatile while jewel of the nile style 

'll get you buried 

They see your picture when they get your obituary 

You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga 

Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga 

[opio] 

Aw yeah 

I'm like side street high speedin' 

Sharp turnin' 

Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the curb & 

Police runnin', machine-gunnin' 

Gasoline mark fuhrman, start burnin', leave nothin' 

No evidence just dead presidents 

The fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents 

Who got weapons with scopes on 'em op' squash it 

They deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin 

Man I'm on a mic show stoppin' 

Like a loaned shotgun 

The rest are so monotonous 

Pseudo-scientific but you know hiero's infinite 

Fuck a diamond I dominate concentrate 

[chorus: tajai] 

Yeah we inter-continental 

Meditated mind state balanced mental 

Movin' on you minstrels 

Mashin' on the instrumental 

Man that's what we meant to do 

Uh, yeah we inter-continental 

Ballistic missile 

Melt bones, flesh and gristle 

You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you 

We into you, this is the hiero crew, marks 

[phesto dee] 

Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer 

Sword blaze your vertebaes up 

Swing my laser like a space-age sensei 

The suckers sashe 

Backfire on the messiah 

It's quick draw 

Rapid fire through your rap attire 

I side-saddle ya 

Sciatica straddle your automatics 

Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous 

Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers 

I nailed raymond, you frail baggage 

A stale package 

Sharp hatchet here's johnny 

Lyrics (rally? ) 

Draw down like salvador dali 

Out the drawer to the hollies 

Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the colli 

Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill into our alley 

[pep love] 

It was written in the stone tablets 

Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage 

Puttin' imperium on the map bitch 

Niggas be lettin' they lips flap 

Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes 

Dude, what kinda shit's that? 

You bound to get slapped 

Car-jacked and pistol smacked 

And get your bitch kidnapped 

And I don't even get down like that 

But word get around quick 

Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit 

Nah I got a different style, in the 99th percentile 

While you tryin' to get down I been down with real niggas 

That will make you wig-wiggle 

While I'm gigglin' stickin' ya chick with the dill pickle, 

You feel that? 

[chorus: tajai] 

We inter-continental 

You corny niggas always tracin' usin' stencils 

Mash you mentals 

I hope you got full-dental 

Nigga this the hiero crew, marks 

Yeah we inter-continental 

Ballistic missle 

Melt bones, flesh and gristle 

Movin' on you minstrels 

Mashin' on the instrumental 

Nigga this the hiero crew, marks!