Souls Of Mischief - Airborne Rangers lyrics

[opio] Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that'll rip through Your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like i was genghis The con artist, fiendish, on target, laser beam shift Trackin' your movements like the pentagon Disarm the meanest lookin' studio prankster Endangered, we airborne rangers with the broken language Absorbin' blows then regain my strength (what?) The chinese connection game of d**h You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck Controllin' these mikes while he aimin' his tec Coward breakin' a sweat Steady shakin' his sh** Couldn't even hold it still cuz his hands was all wet Said we a threat cuz we the heaviest And with a (strobe?) blockin' his progress you'll never be fresh You can't murdalize a survivalist Fool we thrive on this sh**, the third eye is too swift [tajai] All we gotta do is provide the music, uh Don't need a lac on deez to make your b**h hop on my lap And lap on these, lavishin' please don't tease To all these way-below-average mcs You gon' stay below, don't wish, that's just how it's gon' be My style is on levels unattainable, recyclable and reusable But not biodegradable so don't confuse 'em They last eternal, evil gas that's acid turned When i spit it, unmatched fashion over da riddim Unabashedly, leave sights on the extreme sides of ga**ing Mike mastery, necessary steps to make you genuflect I reflect the genuine and accept Nothing less than your respect in excess I wasn't expecting the success that i met When i grabbed my sh** and left command Won't let it get too ahead, i got a check on that Check your spice rack, it's certain elements you lack [tajai & opio] We combust when we contact Come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs Been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya b**h when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that [a-plus] I don't rap for the money but i'm lovin' that it pays well Sometimes i kick a strange tale, make your brain swell Souls tighter than lifers sittin' in the same cell I never listen to the drama that a dame sell I'm tryin' to make that mail so i soaked the game well I know the spell from the rattle of a snake's tail When a hard n***a spray, and the enemy's layin' pale I'm with a female, that was waitin', make her exhale i'm double X-l like the magazine & And f** the drug but i can show you what a rappin' fiend is Perhaps my team is not the type to act the meanest But on my birth, you're just a falling earth, You gettin smacked to venus Dicks are jackin' the penis so your label accept Cuz you ain't able to rap or able to wreck I'm claimin' respect with rappin' that'll strangle your neck Claim you're a vet but still i'm makin you jet, shakin' the set [phesto dee] I'm ubiquitous on three hundred and fifty cubic inches Of horse-powered fuel injection, positive traction Throttlin' action, my prerogative's idlin' Mind bogglin' speed tobogganin' streets of oakland With english on english, the kingpin Swingin' like charlie mingus, High-wire torch-swallowin' spine tinglin' Break your vertebraes with permanent tourniquettes Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare Hor, d'oerve ya serve ya sequoia heights is sterling Vintage, coinage of terms eccentric Circumventin' the industry While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed In ma** media hype, we smash media rights through mikes Crash through the core at the speed of the light I'm (rianiti?) on ice, graffiti on mikes The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite [tajai & opio] Uh! We combust when we contact So come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs We been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya b**h when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that Never that We combust when we contact So come correct with the contract Show respect when we stomp packs We been prepped for the combat Got the specs of your launchpad Snatch ya b**h when we rock that Interception, she out back Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac Take her back, we don't want that, no not that, uh