Ya Don't Stop

(Ya don't stop, ya don't quit) (Rock our shit) (It's time to rock our shit) [ VERSE 1 : Opio ] Say what? Never under pressure, stress-free We shock the mic, you don't impress me I live the life of a MC, no pretending Souls of Mischief rock the house So baby spread your wings now, and let me come on in Show you right from wrong, you wanna do it again Release all that pent up aggression Come caress and massage my dick Baby, it's not a marauder stick Damn right Hieroglyphics for life Close-knit, while these others crews fight we write hits As far as settling discrepancies With other MC's, it's a breeze Cause I stay focused while they frustrated; ease Off the mic; don't cause a ruckus It's destructive, unproductive See, us we keep in touch with the ones that bite Yeah, some write to diss, but it's a mismatch I guess I attract the wack, backstage We wage battles and leave unscathe [ VERSE 2: Phesto ] It's Phesto in stereo Souls of Mischief don't stop, don't quit To everybody in the O, Hiero- Glyphics rollers imperially equipped to eclipse And overshadow the best with no stress, just The mic concealed With my limits boundless, countless Plus my prowess ( ? ) For the female funk who wanna get into some Mischief Submissive like I got 'em drunk And I got 'em junked With they knees hyperextendin, weakened Speakin in tongues like a ventriloquist Until I quit While these niggas oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense I don't respond, simps They just pawns beyond dense Infatuated with they lyrics never correspondent I guess it never dawned on 'em They don't belong on the Mic like germs I like to watch 'em squirm Convincin me they styles anything more then elementary But spermicidal is the title they've earned [ VERSE 3: A-Plus ] I'm comin from the land of dope Where all of these niggas never plan to hope You could either be the man or no But my plan was writin hella raw Standard quite cause I be the man you like To hand a mic So I can make a dollar, and make ya holler I never fake a scholar Dumpin rappers in a lake of water I proceed to max Be pagin Leed if I need the sacks Hit the weed, relax In the O we knowin where you're at Be in the cut if you scared of them gats Cause Oakland niggas be prepared to jack (Ya don't quit) I make my mail so I won't have to run that broke skid (Ya don't stop) Some niggas serve rocks at spots And get shot over knots to clock But yo I rock the spot Hah... (Ya don't quit) with that soul shit I smoke a quarter, then flow swift [ VERSE 4: Tajai ] Now fuck that Quaalude, I'm talkin half sips to the head Let's have a meeting of the minds, nobody's leavin till we all red Went to the jam, we caravaned to see an excitin sight to see The music inside invitin me To rip the mic if need be But you know it's important that I pull The women with the jewels glistenin, whoo Only I can get the fly sisters' rumps to switch up With a swisher sittin on trump Cop the spark as I... you niggas step in haphazard To the stage up center T to the a's up in the zone solo Bitch niggas should've thrown bolos But you missed 'em Now even your misses listen I feel them jealous stares stuck at my back But don't drop the microphone until I feel I fully did that Damn, who these kids that come to every single show And always wanna pull they Roscoes instead of hoes You better grow up, I'm with niggas you don't know I'm with So just stall out with all that dumb shit (Ya don't stop, ya don't quick) The Souls of Mischief clique down with Hieroglyphics