Airborne Rangers - 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 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 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-



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