No Man's Land

MC's they diss but want to be subtle

what can I say to disgruntle

hieroglyphics but then the rebuttle

that's trouble

don't want to get caught stuck on the mic

I know what it's like

I seen some niggas be victims last night

a pitiful sight

all four of them, they tight

..Disguise it between the lines, man, it'll be

aight...

write rhymes in the limelight

can't afford excitement

gotta be careful

down low when I recite it

Cause you niggas are weak

immune to freakin shit suppressed 'em

quarrenteened to malpractice

but mics you need to be arrested

bribery, for your recitals that suck

dick infested, with your misconceptions

you can duck, the mic with digress and babblin'

disestablishin' the fact ya wack ass backwards destined

unimpressive, much too lacking, you divulgin'

exposin'... ya posin'

comin from no new angles

the same flows that keep us dozin'

Got 'em terrified

let's clarify this shit, who bit

prepare to die for that

you crossed me you gets clips

sendin' 'em shockwaves

beatin his rhyme until it's concave

leavin' his nerves wracked, his eyes glazed

raisin em out the misconception

that you stepped in the right direction

Souls of Mischief is perfection

you need to miss this

cause we get down to business

MC's if you resent us when ya rock on the fenders(?)

So why resist that we the best at... what we do

when ya'll are just decoration for the recreation

fakin MC's with blatent disregard for making the bump

my patience is up

resign hieroglyphics devine, refined

you niggas need to find an assonine that's uninclined

to rhyme confined

to mindless behind

and swift about a second, if in time trying to diss

just bow and scrape

cause Souls of Mischief whippin' niggas in shape

I guess I'm good at the game of natural selectiveness

in the Wild Wild West

where the beats got wild wise

and niggas stayed down the streets from their grandmamas

hoppin with the three four fifty poppin in their cause

that's how it goes, that's how it's gonna stay, rather toasty

nuthin' like my day, you don't say

I remember me, Snupe, and Toure

all them for days

ready for the and

with anyone who test

but let me tell ya somethin though ma-n

all that funkin' got is nuthin' but lumps and no pay

now my only lumps is sums

and the funk it just hums

out ya high flying

ya system is stupid dumb

a hint of wisdom come, each second ya grow

so rememberin some shit ya wish ya didn't know

like this, don't trust your bitch

cause she's here with me

just a skip to the rarity and bust a skit

Hold up, I want to explain

you wack and shit

you lack the gift

I want to smack you kid

because the fact you did

an unforgivable crime, wanting to rhyme

against the smooth master

I move faster, my crew'll blast ya

and I bet you thought you gets no I see you

don't even entertain the thought that I'd be through slicin'

you

see a nigga like me constructs lines to buck minds

you can't corrupt minds

I'm givin these niggas tough times

I'm above crimes

with "I don't give a fuck" rhymes

niggas love mine

MC's see me as unkind

with their dumb rhymes

I can find and track black

leave them standin' frozen

people say A-Plus that man is chosen

I'm the man with hoes and cash

fast, to catch ya dozin

there's no gimmicks, no ego trippin'

no backwards flows and

there's no fuckin' whistle

Souls of Mischief is destruction

easily destruct your facial tissue

hieroglyphics, never late to diss you