Bass
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and big nuts is what it takes
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to get up on the mic and enunciate
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or else your fate
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is disappointment
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but give yourself a break
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don't get disjointed from the point
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that you was tryin' to make
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ya know
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we destined to be fresh
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it ain't no secret
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'cause these bitches runnin' they mouths
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I guess that's 'cause they detest us
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but just rock at them souls of mischief shows
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that 94 flow
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leavin' 'em froze
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with an infinitesimal amount of aggression for mc's
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but still digestable
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for the rest of you
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to ease up on it
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if ya wanna get with it
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ain't no opponents
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'cause we pack with components to kill
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react if you feel
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you haven't been snared and trapped
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in the 92 that nigga Cas made y'all scared to rap
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the Hierollas
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take it as you may
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I never perpetrated to this day
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or did anything that they did
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only catered to the way
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that we created and dated
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to let 'em know
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we kickin' that straight shit
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that sacred
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dope rhyme related
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every time they congregated it was us
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definitely somethin' to discuss
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yeah
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[Chorus: (Scratching) "It Was You" (Repeated)]
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Yeah it Was You
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| Souls of Mischief |
