Текст (слова) песни: Souls of Mischief - Airborne Rangers

 
[Opio] 
Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that`ll rip through 
your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like I was Genghis 
The Khan/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 every game I strength (What?...) 
The Chinese connection game of death 
You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck 
Controllin these mics while he aimin his Tek 
Couldn`t even hold it still cos his hands was all wet 
Said we a threat cos we the heaviest 
And with a strobe light in his progress you`ll never be fresh 
You can`t murderlise a survivalist 
Fool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift 
 
[Tajai] 
All we gotta do is provide the music, ugh 
Don`t need a Lac on Deez to make your bitch 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 only extreme sides of gassing 
Mic 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 shit and left command 
Won`t let it get too ahead, I got a check on that 
Check you 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 
	You get cut for the combat 
	Got the specs of your launchpad 
	Snatch ya bitch when we rock that 
	Interception, she out back 
	Undressed off the twamp 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 sought the game well 
I know the spell from the rattle of a snake`s tail 
When a hard nigga spray and the enemies lampale 
I`m witta female that was waitin, make her exhale 
I`m Double X-L like the magazine is 
And fuck the drugs 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 
Stings are jackin the penis so your label accept 
cos 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] 
I`m unique with this 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 
Old English Old English, the kingpin 
Swingin like Charlie Miggetts, 
high wire torch, swallowin, spine tinglin 
Break your vertebrae`s with permanent turnicans 
Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare 
Hor, d`oerve you serve, your Sequoia Heights in Stirling 
Minted, quartered your terms is centric 
Circumventin the industry 
While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed 
And mass media hype, we smash media rights through mics 
Crack through the core at the speed of the light 
I`m ????? ???? ????, graffiti on mics 
The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite 
 
	[Tajai & Opio] 
	UGH! 
	We combust when we contact 
	So come correct with the contract 
	Show respect when we stomp packs 
	You get cut for the combat 
	Got the specs of your launchpad 
	Snatch ya bitch when we rock that 
	Interception, she out back 
	Undressed off the twamp 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 
	You get cut for the combat 
	Got the specs of your launchpad 
	Snatch ya bitch when we rock that 
	Interception, she out back 
	Undressed off the twamp sack, blessed off the cognac 
	Take her back, we don`t want that, no not that, ugh
 

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