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Текст песни Souls Of Mischief - Airborne Rangers

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[Opio]Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that`ll rip throughyour fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like I was GenghisThe Khan/con artist, fiendish, on target, laser beam shiftTrackin your movements like The PentagonDisarm the meanest lookin studio pranksterEndangered, we airborne rangers with the broken languageAbsorbin blows every game I strength (What?...)The Chinese connection game of deathYou might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neckControllin these mics while he aimin his TekCouldn`t even hold it still cos his hands was all wetSaid we a threat cos we the heaviestAnd with a strobe light in his progress you`ll never be freshYou can`t murderlise a survivalistFool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift[Tajai]All we gotta do is provide the music, ughDon`t need a Lac on Deez to make your bitch hop on my lapand lap on these, lavishin please don`t teaseTo all these way-below-average MCsYou gon` stay below, don`t wish, that`s just how it`s gon` beMy style is on levels unattainable, recyclable and reusablebut not biodegradable so don`t confuse emThey last eternal, evil gas that`s acid turnedWhen I spit it, unmatched fashion over da riddimUnabashedly, leave sights only extreme sides of gassingMic mastery, necessary steps to make you genuflectI reflect the genuine and acceptnothing less than your respect in excessI wasn`t expecting the success that I metWhen I grabbed my shit and left commandWon`t let it get too ahead, I got a check on thatCheck 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 wellSometimes I kick a strange tale, make your brain swellSouls tighter than lifers sittin in the same cellI never listen to the drama that a dame sellI`m tryin to make that mail so I sought the game wellI know the spell from the rattle of a snake`s tailWhen a hard nigga spray and the enemies lampaleI`m witta female that was waitin, make her exhaleI`m Double X-L like the magazine isAnd fuck the drugs but I can show you what a rappin fiend isPerhaps my team is NOT the type to act the meanestbut on my birth, you`re just a falling Earth, you gettin smacked to VenusStings are jackin the penis so your label acceptcos you ain`t able to rap or able to wreckI`m claimin respect with rappin that`ll strangle your neckClaim 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 inchesof horse-powered fuel injection, positive tractionThrottlin action, my prerogative`s idlinMind bogglin speed tobogganin streets of OaklandOld English Old English, the kingpinSwingin like Charlie Miggetts, high wire torch, swallowin, spine tinglinBreak your vertebrae`s with permanent turnicansFirm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfareHor, d`oerve you serve, your Sequoia Heights in StirlingMinted, quartered your terms is centricCircumventin the industryWhile your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayedAnd mass media hype, we smash media rights through micsCrack through the core at the speed of the lightI`m ????? ???? ????, graffiti on micsThe 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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