Airborne Rangers Lyrics - Singles - Souls Of Mischief

[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 death 

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 shit 

Couldn't even hold it still 'cause his hands was all wet 

Said we a threat 'cause 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 shit, 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 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 on the extreme sides of gassing 

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 shit 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 bitch 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 nigga 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 fuck 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 

'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 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 mass 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 bitch 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 bitch 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