[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.