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Lyrics for Never No More by Souls Of Mischief:
| | | Artist: | Souls Of Mischief |
| | Album: | 93 Til Infinity | | Track: | Never No More | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | Intro/Chorus:
Never no more never no more
Never will a sucka score never
no more
Never no more never no more
Never will a sucka score never no more
[Tajai]
Message recorded lessons be stored in
this mental core it's
like lentil porridge
Nas T Massey be the last G
From medical texts to class me
Ask me if I had to grip my pad
the riffs I grab would rip and stab
the kids
that sag the shit they strap
is flavorless, and wreckless
Your bestest behavior gets
I plays the hits, displays the shit
a razor gets parlayed amidst
and later
splits a feeling that
I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids
when I punched em
I crunch men, at a function
[Phesto]
Ponder on this, I
swallowed the spliff with elocution
Encompassing the pompous means when I escalate my tool
shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted
by my riveting centrifuge
I swindling crews, bringing a fist to bruise
Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces
Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits
Split your spleen hit you
clean in the kisser
When I twist a riddle I'm breakin the brittle
and flimsy with my
whimsy
Puns and phrases I stun and phase kids
Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic,
when I leave em
Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis
I earn em swift
and minus a life with my nine
Chorus 2X
[A-Plus]
I
get the props, you get the buttocks
I know my what nots, stoppin flows like blood claats
Nah, cuz that's a bad word in Jamaican
And I am that, grams packed cuz my jam's phat
So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure
You're sweet when I stomp you with my
feet just for pleasure
Cuz I write the rhymes like a slave'll pick the cotton
The
best from the West cuz I'm fresh and you're rotten
Take out the trash or I'll take it out
your ass
With a blast from the past in the future, I'll shoot ya
But for the present
beatdowns will suffice
Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice
You dumb dunces
I come once it's my time to
Wanna hear a joke? I'm you
Don't you wish I won't
dismiss your treachery
I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher G
[Opio]
I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are Oreida
Little reminescent of the poetry I
write
a-stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we
Step outside and settle this
I cause catastrophes
I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing
Demolishing, you
and your following I'm swallowing
MC's like I was a black hole ramsack those
wack
flows who chose to oppose
I don't suppose, dare or where my stubble grows
Reverses
the process, god bless you swing and whoa it's you!
Opio, disposes of crews like snotty
tissues
I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried
Chorus
2X
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