Disseshowedo Souls of Mischief

[Verse 1: Tajai]
It gets no fatter
Add another crew to your favo-ritos
Yes we knows our shit is flavor
In battle, I rip it, and it gets hectic after
I flipped the script like a dyslexic actor
You're no factor
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
I might be ill and my mic instills that old beyonder shit
I palm this shit, what's seen next is keen text
Be-ing ex-pelled from my diaphragm
I'm flyer, damn, would you grok it, can't you receive it
I bust like cleavage, rock shit, then I leave it
In shambles, 'cause I can like Campbell's
A sample of Tajai, is much more than ample

[Verse 2: A-Plus]
Yo, who the hell are you? You're not me
I got me and three brothers that are cocky
To rock the masses, whippin niggas asses
At last it's, appropriate to show that I can blast kids
I'm quick to stick a dick in skin
I'm figuring I hinder men, so let's sin, and watch this nigga win
I'm making corpses, of course I score kids
I'm morbid, 'cause it makes me think of more shit to kick
Leave me alone, back the hell up Hobbes
I never thought my son would ever try to beat up pops
I got a leather strap, for the fella that
Wanna tell the mack lies, I send em back with black eyes