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Lyrics for Batting Practice by Souls Of Mischief:
| | | Artist: | Souls Of Mischief |
| | Album: | 93 Til Infinity | | Track: | Batting Practice | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 72 | | | | Lyrics: | A Plus]
Yo nineteen ninety three
New year new world champions
Hahaha like this
Yo the ill minded mack will find the facts
I rhyme and
acts niggaz bound til I'm attacks
When niggaz say I can't rhyme I recline
I'm the
first to tell you I got G's in my verse who tell me
It hurts a fella when I rip because
I'm sly slick
The nigga fly chicks ride dick with me
I'm leaving niggaz stranded man
that's how I planned it
Landed blows with my random flows
And it goes -- a little
something like this
And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do
I split your bitch you better switch or I twist ya
I play tricks like a mix
When booty niggaz miss the beat
I figure that they wack I go and get my bat and a pack of
Swisher sweets
Plus be ill when I bust the grill but we chill
Who the fattest?
{Hiero} It's batting practice
[Tajai]
It's no feat, how I defeat,
weaker
individuals set em up like give and go
A heat seaker, I take a bat and
brighten your features
Beseech ya, proving I'll do that too
Cuz when you, pulls my
clothes on and shrouded
I'm out with ya grip and you're pimpin so how did he
do that
shit, who dat kid, you're asking the masked man
Who fly higher than NASA
Ask friends
what you need when I need your blockin
Then I leave you knocked in
Counts to call I
scrubs em all
With the quickness, using fitness, leave you fitless
Who got a problem
with me ripping all than I do
I'm batting way more than you
Hey sure you knew my
rhymes was fly
My lines imply that I'm fatter, next batter
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
I got a Hieroglyphics baseball
bat y'all
It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
I swing a Hieroglyphics
baseball bat y'all
[Opio]
Get the fuck out, I never struck out
Better get the bucks out, and kick em down
Wrecking, extreme havoc when I'm
practicing
That could mean a loss of conciousness when I launches this
Back to the
scene of the crime I'm never on sight
Untouchable, what you pulled another hiest?
Precisely, I's be the man that did it
Said it, free up your posession never regretted
No anthistetic so you're headed for some suffering
Bufferin can't ease the aches and
pains of my-grains
When I trail this drain on your lifestyle
Pull a knife while, you
give it up, simp
I'm a pimp got your hoe and got your dough
and got the best flow in
the universe, snatchin titles
like a purse, niggaz be the spot in a hearse
I'm
worse, than the baddest bat crack
[Phesto]
It's Phesto so get your
cash flow, I crushed em
It's gone, right before your eyes, if you're wise
Another
hiest done nice when I slice
your neck and snatch a duffle-bag with a sag
and a tag
in your crew, dag how you do
Dangerous if it's your brain I bust they taking
chains
and stuff, from the victim eyes is suprised
And I'm quick to size men, up with a swing to
your grill
What I planned difficult that's split your skull
with a tool, if you ever
fool, with us all
Did you ever think, if you blinked
I wouldn't get you for your
links, and your cash and your minks
Savage enough to keep my average up
Puttin
chumps in assume a new marking then I'm scots-free
Watch me, duck into the night with your
valuables
I'm getting down with my tools
Chorus
[Casual]
Hah, whassup? Tell me we ain't the best now
That's how we do! Ripping shit
Niggaz don't know...
They ain't the best, cuz we be
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