Airborne Rangers - Souls of Mischief

Airborne Rangers - Souls of Mischief
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
Coward breakin' a sweat
Steady shakin' his sh*t
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 sh*t the third eye is too swift
All we gotta do is provide the music ugh
Don't need a lac on deez to make your b**ch 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 sh*t 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
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 b**ch 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
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 ni**a 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 f**k 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
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 Carlie 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 rianiti on ice graffiti on mikes
The beaters are white forever sweet and precise for me to ignite
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 b**ch 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 b**ch 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