Opio, Souls Of Mischief - Drivers Wanted lyrics

Can you hear the music
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, uh uh
I got a ho right here (right here)
You need innovation in your nation
Listen to me tell my story

Yeah, A-Plus I'm no angel
Get all up in somebody brain
It's no thang to
Givin up too much of yo' game
They gon' hang you
Have you lookin strange cause you
Came with the wrong angle
Ey dude, if anyone ask for me
I'm chillin with a chick makin her? the weed
I do it to light my load, type to explode
If the
Triflin toad come to see my rifle unload
I got a ho right here
Naked in my living room
With no ID and you have no idea

The paper that I'm getting too
Is so high gear that's a pro mind peer
We got a gold mine here
Eyes is red, but I'm barely lit
Steer my chariot like Secretariat
Triple crown is the foundation
Flip it now or praise it
Eight times bigger how amazin
Creepin out the basement

I got that Bangladesh, A-1 frame slang effect
Made her hang her dress and the ankle less
You can't gain respect jackin, we everlastin
This medication, produced with no expiration
Dates - my track records take place up
Vacate my scrotum, I'm superstar nova
The more older with the art of doja
Hard composer, sharp as Moses
In the heart of Oakland

Listen to me tell my story -
Can you hear the music
It is so important, please
Do not confuse me with
These bitched up clowns
Kill me with these magazines
Personas that personify
A manufactured image
You need innovation in your nation
Can you hear the music - listen
To me tell my story
Can you hear the music - listen
To me tell my story

Yeah, listen to it man you trippin
Thinkin this is just some music
You gotta let it sink, get twisted to it
It's mindbendin like change and innovation
Be time hittin
With the strength of syncopation
Each line meant it
Just to make 'em took some patience
Crafted, with a master's passion
Put time in it
Soul searchin, scoured the earth
To reconnect and put out powers to work
Check it

Check it walkin down the hallway
Smokin a long J lookin out my window at
The crooked and crippled
Enough that my temple did the migraine strain
It's all simple in the O
Nigga life ain't changed but my aim at the
Range made vast improvements
Cowboys and Indians, the Browns don't do shit
Useless, I let my essence make miracles
Fuck with Hieroglyphics
The universe be hearin you
SO in the acronym
Hustle cause we have to win
It's time for some action write
Rhymes with my black pen
Peep, that, I'm all about the rap life
Run into the airport
Tryin to catch the last flight
Quick, fast, back to the laboratory
I can add this story to my
Rap book then record it
Right on time, I used to bust mine
Down at 7-6-2, you remember this crew
I would never mislead you
I'm runnin the points
They got a license to carry and
A gun in the joint
I'm tryin to kill that noise
Build and destroy
Channel your energy cause I'm not your enemy

Can you hear the music
You need innovation in your nation
Listen to me tell my story
Listen to me tell my story