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    Souls Of Mischief / Lyrics

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    "Airborne Rangers" Lyrics

    Souls Of Mischief

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    [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 'cause his hands was all wet
    Said we a threat 'cause 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
    'cause 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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC.
    Written by Adam Carter, Damani Thompson, Opio Lindsey, Tajai Massey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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