That’s When Ya Lost Souls of Mischief (Ft. Pep Love)

[Intro]
Haha!
Yo, man, crews be lost, man
No sense of direction
(Fools don't even know)
Please don't sleep
(So much loss, so much losers)
So much losers (wack!)
Yo, that's when you lost
(that's when you lost)

[Verse 1: Tajai]
Yo, I find it fun to smash MC's into fine bits
I’m goin' to get my just deserts for all the kids I must’ve hurt
(Maybe) I trust that courtesy when dealin' with folks is too much for the askin'
Cool, I got the skill crafted tools
Massive fools at my work bench and
I'm wrenchin' mics from they grasp and.. that's how it has been
The drill's this — I kill swift
I feels I better slay or, hey
My tape measures greater
So now I'm askin' dips if they saw me and they was available
Would they want me to nail 'em all?
Be through, screw, drive her crazy, maybe; nut and bolt, lively
Put on your high beams!