Friday, December 11, 2009

Souls Of Mischief - 93 'till Infinity W/ Lyrics (Uncut Music Video)



Yo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew. I'm


chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus, and my man Op, you know he's

dope. But right now yo, we just maxin in the studio. We handlin from East

Oakland, California and, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there.

But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill.



Dial the seven digits

Call up Bridget

Her man's a midget

Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it

Here's a fourty, swig it

Ya know it's frigid

I got em chillin in the cooler

Break out the ruler



Damn

That's the fattest stoke I've ever seen

The weather's keen in Cali,

Gettin weed it makes it feel like Maui

Now we

Feel the good vibrations

So many females, so much inspiration



I get inspired by the blunts, too

I'll front you

If you hang with a punk crew

I roam the strip for bones to pick

When I find one, I'm done

Take her home and quickly do this

I need not explain this

A-Plus is famous

So get the anus



Hey, miss

Who's there?

I'm through there

No time to do hair

The flick's at eight

So get it straight

You look great

Let's grub now

A rub down sounds flavor,

Later. There's a theatre

We in the cut

The cinema

Was mediocre

Take her to the crib so I can stroke her



Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in

Close range. I throws game at your dip like handball

Cause the man's all that

All phat

I be the chill from 93 'til



Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til...





Huh, my black Timbs do me well

When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell

Another person's business

I cause diziness

Until you..stop acting like a silly bitch



Yo, crews are jealous cause we get props

The cops

Wanna stop

Our fun, but the top

Is where we're dwelling, swelling, phat

No sleep

I work fifteen jerks get their hoes sweeped

Under their noses

This bro's quick

To hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin cause my crew's close, kid



I boasted

Most kids accept this as cool

I exit

Cause I'm an exception to the rule

I'm steppin

To the cool spots where crew's flock to stare at them

Or see where the shit that's flam b

Bland leaking out his pocket

So, I got tons of endo

And go to the ho in's

Basement

My ace spinned

Phat and enough tracks

Time to get prolific with the whiz kid



Greenbacks and stacks

Don't even ask

Who got the fat sacks

We can max

Pumpin phat tracks

Exachangin facts about impacts

Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowers

Brothers can't hack it

They lack wit

We got the mack shit

93 to infinity

Kill all that wack shit



Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til...





I be coolin'

School's in session

But I'm fresh and

Rappin

So I take time off to never rhyme soft

I'm off on my own shit

With my own click

For many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin blunted

Folding blunts

Holding stunts captive

With my persona

Plus, I bomba

Testin

Niguhs is testin

My patience

But I stay fresh and



Restin at the mall

Attendance on low

But I am shopping for my winter

Exploits: some new fits

Some new kicks

I often do this

Cause it's the pits not being dipped



Flip - the flier attire

Female's desire

Baby, you can step to this if you admire

The ex - traordinary dapper rapper

Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her



I'll mack her

Attack her with the smoothness

I do this

Even when my crew gets

Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass

Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass

They bite flows but we make up new ones

If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?

But I get

My loot from Jive/Zomba

I'ma bomb ya

You will see

From now to infinity



Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til...



Hah-hah, coolin out, ya know what I'm sayin. But, but who's chillin

around the Land? You know? Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's

chillin. Tell me who's chillin today.

Casual - you know he's chillin.

Yo Pep Love - he gotta be chillin.

Jay Biz - ya know he's chillin.

Ay yo, my man, my man Snupe is chillin, man.

Yo Mike G - you know he's here chillin.

Yeah, my man Mike P - he know he gotta chill.

Del the Funkyhomosapien is chillin.

Hey, my man Domino - yo he's chillin.

2 comments:

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