[Intro: Tajai]
Ayo what’s up? This is Tajai from the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
Hiero in effect
I’m chillin with my man A-Plus
My man Phesto
And my man OPE, you know he’s dope
And right about now we maxin at Red Bull Studios
We finna get into this Spiral thing, that HIERO thing
We been chillin a long time and we gone keep chillin from now until infinity baby
Let’s go!
[Verse 1: Opio]
Uh
Bop your head to this, mischievous souls recital
Idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer
Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme
My style is the Visine to get your eyes opening
Raggеdy Andy gets dandy like a lion in the mеadow
With my people blowing steam like a kettle
Get hip to the hop
I kick I trip the light fantastic
Getting into the groove better than a phonograph
It’s the vandal with the vocal, making the locals go insane
We be rhyming spitting sustenance for the brain
Frisky with the phrase and oh you praise us as divinity
The one of liberated soul can flow for infinity
Got styles by the square mile
Cas got advice child
Hieroglyphics will uplift the lyrics for the meanwhile
Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech
Impeach the false prophet as I ponder and teach
A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent listen up
I’m the master of this convention
Kick the wicked-and-wily-stylee while you’re stuttering just like smiley
Shingles of your shattered dreams, too bad it seems you tried me
The wise and wordy wizard make a visit to your subconscious
Crush your wonderland, extinguish all of this
Optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth, I’m swift like Mercury
Mercy me, I'll surely shoot the gift
[Chorus: Souls of Mischief]
Ayo, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Ay, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
[Verse 2: A-Plus]
Ayo
People call me suped, it's because I'm living fat
People call me nasty, it's because I eat the cat
And I swing a bat to level heads, leaving devils dead
Never said never, a clever head's better
Dreads locked on the top of my crop, never flakey
If this was a court Steph Curry couldn't shake me
Bake me? Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
If you wanna ugh ugh, then I got a lotta stuff
Not a bluff
Got a tough guy thinking twice, why step?
The fly rep I kept's my step-ladder
I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on
Now it's just a smidgen, like a pigeon I'll be shittin' on
Sittin on a futon, slippin lots of boots on
I'm the type of brother that you have to get ya troops on
Oops I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to diss you
I could hook ya hoe and make her blow like I was tissue
Mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lotta dough
Need help with your garden, Oakland got a lotta— (Ohhhhhh!)
Yo I didn't mean that, yo I meant women
If she got the pool, I got the trunks, let's go swimming
Dip dip dive, cuz I'm live, liver than, five or ten
Of the men on my jock, ya don't stop
Here a pimp, there a pimp, everywhere a pimp, pimp
This A-Plus grades the quiz, so there it is
[Chorus: Souls of Mischief]
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
[Verse 3: Tajai]
I’m monumental
Your mental mono
Plus your manos is minimal, mine is Monsanto
Lab grown, crack bones when I palm your dental
I hope you got incidentals for your rentals
Loss and damage when I wave the cannons
Landed in your quarter panel and started expanding
That’s what you get for gambling with the rambling
Pull up and take flight like Amblin, mic champion
Thangs - like Ambiens
Range - type Andean
We vast, been there and back
With ne’er a scratch
Through eras passed
And never hatched an errant batch
Don’t try to counteract apparent fact
Analyze it private
Sit there and max
Blaze a sack
Compare the tracks in my catalog to anyone you rattle off
That ain’t a fair battle y’all
It’s bogus beef - Impossible - you cattin’ dog
You know it sting - Portuguese Man O’ War
Undefeated like Matamoros
A man of morals
And a Taurus
Let you matadors have the horns
Gore ‘em
You know exactly how it’s going, down
And if you don’t? Bet you know now nigga
Bet you won’t clown with us, professionals
Town bidness
Stayed up and caked up with our day ones and down sistas
On the road is where we found riches
Such an Ill feeling
And yeah, we still chilling baby
[Chorus: Souls of Mischief, Phesto]
This is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93’ til
This is how we chill from 93’ til
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93’ til
Uh-huh, uh, uh
[Verse 4: Phesto]
We Silver Surfing over soundwaves, scalpin'
Tickets to my show for twenty dollars more than face value pays
Purge my bowels on you harlequins, marvel and gaze
I strip the tarnish off the microphone, sharp as a spade
Bring my plans to fruition
Intuition known to witches
The Hieroglyphic Argonauts bombard the spot
Sandblasting, grandiloquence eloquent talented
Like balance beam medalists
Seismic high fidelity, Poltergeist in your amplifier
Straight bustin' from the top like snipers, niggas hyper
Ventilate at the sight of the arch nemesis
When Phesto D walks the premises
Leave 'em mummi-fied like Tutankhamen
Premonitions like Hieronymus devices, incisive
Still rock the mic with arthritis
Blow the sleeves off your shirt
You'll need a life vest to survive this
Any anonymous character from Bay Area 51 to Copernicus
Turn and kiss the concrete
Be impaled on a stalagmite
With the slightest impulse, I'm hair trigger
Explode, reconstitute with vigor
Mic's in the death crane man
Like The Vigilante
Manhandling your crime family like Stan Lee
Branding niggas with the Hiero-
Symbol and adrenalin is, hallucinogenic
By the time the ambulance roll up, pharmaceuticals in 'em
Won't be able to identify ya
Dental records on Laser Disc, CD, Tape or Vinyl
Hiero-glyphics play the Iron Curtain
Drop the gavel on your gangsta babble and face the verdict!
[Chorus: Souls of Mischief]
This is how we chill from 93 ’til
This is how we chill from 93 ’til
This is how we chill from 93 ’til
This is how we chill from 93 ’til
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