Ya Don't Stop lyrics

Song information

Artist: Souls Of Mischief
Album: No Man's Land

Lyrics

[Opio]

Say what
Never under pressure
Stress free we shock the mic
You don't impress me
I live the life of an mc no pretending
Souls of mischief rock tha 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 pinned up aggression
Come caress and massage my dick, baby
It's not a maraudin' stick
Damn right hieroglyphics for life
Close knit while these others crews fight we write hits
As for us settlin'
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 one's that bite
Yah some write to dis
But it's a miss match I guess
I attract the wack backstage
We wage battles and leave em unscathed

[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 conceit
With my limits boundless
Countless
Plus my prowess psychedelic funk
For the female folk who wanna get into some mischief
Submissive like I got em drunk
And I got em junked
With they knees hyperextended, weakened
Speaking in tongues like a ventriloquist
Until I quit
While these niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense
I don't respond simp
They just punks beyond dips
Infatuated with they lyrics never corespondent
I guess it never dawned on em
That they don't belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to watch them squirm
Convincin' me they styles
Anything more then elementary, but spermacidal
Is the title they've earned

[A-plus]

I'm comin' from the land of dope
Where all of these niggaz never planned to hope
You can either be the man to know
But my plan was writin' hella raw
Standing quiet cause I be the man ya like
To hand the 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 sacs
Get the weed relax
In the o we knowin' where you at
Be in the cut if you scared of them gats
Cause oakland niggaz be prepared to jack shit
I make my mail so I don't have to run that broke skid
Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock
But yo I rock the spot
Hah... with that soul shit
I smoke a quarter and flow swift

[Tajai]

Now phuck that [queen low]?
I'm talkin' half sips to the heads
Lit's have a meeting of the minds
Nobodies leavin' till we all red
Went to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site 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 sister rumps to switch up
With a swisher sittin' on trompe
[ ? ], you niggaz step in hap hazard
To the stage was center t to the a's up in the zone solo
Bitch niggaz should've thrown bolos
But you mist em
Now even your miss is listed
I feel the jealous stares stuck at my back
Ut 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 niggaz you don't know I'm with
So just dole out with all that dumb shit
The souls of mischief click down with hieroglyphics