Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Acupuncture lyrics

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[Chorus: Tajai]

Touched insane deranged and such

But my mind still thinks in the clutch

You run up you get, touched

Molested marauded messed with

I'm charged with electric current

And burn'em so don't, touch

Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom

Thoughts consume man I got that

Touched panache pizzaz

A feel for the real

Skill and lots of that

So I just build now



[Opio]

While you throwin' punchlines

I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow!)

Acupuncture smackin' damn nerds like heroine

Swimmin' with sharks I'm off the (Fairline?) Islands

They sense blood in they gills but a nigga will survive man

Automatic darts hypnotic talk

Alive and aware come prepared to collide you'se a dead man walkin'

And I'm the executioner connivin' like Lex Luthor

What they shootin' for?



[Tajai]

Man, I make these corny rappers respire

Break'em for their dapper atire

Then throw that ass in the fire

And ain't no use in askin' me why

FUCK YOU! that's my reply

Step back from the mike

Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right



[A-Plus]

Niggas be actin' like

They be rappin' tight, but they lost

Like in the black of night

Soon to be my sacrifice

Better be wary of the legendary

Cuz your spot at the cemetery isn't temporary

Have you shook up like kids who mention Carrie

Or Bloody Mary if you rappin' near me

Positively somethin' gon' happen really

I ain't got no back up in me

I stay managed

Wether you chill or pack a semi

You can't manage



[Phesto Dee]

We gargantuan killa tarantulas

Touch the inchangeable, Viagra flow, raw

Stronger then Niagra Falls

Max Julien backhand MCs and grab my balls

Hit'em with the black squad and crack your jaw



[A-Plus]

Now I'm a chastise you rap guys

With wack lies

Soundin' like you doin' smack lines

Claimin' it's your last time

We start a riot like Jamaicans over gas prices

That's why the mass like us

We them grass lighters



[Opio]

Niggas think I got punched by Rudduck

In the stomach the way I bust from the gut & get

G's by the hundred but

That don't matter (fool)

Cause niggas get millions

For shit I ain't feelin'

And that's why I'm building



[A-Plus]

Yeah

Absolutely, I be rappin' smoothly

If she actin' too keyed

I'm a snatch a groupie

Roll a phattie and have niggas sayin' that's a doozy (Daaam boy!)

And bring it to niggas who front like it's a action movie



[Opio]

Futuristic like Appleseed

Musical masterpiece

Freeze rappers like a tractor beam

Yeah, major league data swing

On the track queen rap sting

Who blasting

We pure to the last gene



[Tajai]

Weapon testin' with my 308 special

Runnin' up in your residences

Runnin' busters for their presidentials

In my sights I won't miss you

Once you gone I won't miss you

Livest nigga be a dead issue

Your flesh is just tissue for my talented talents to rip through

Physical enslaved to my imbalanced mental

My confidence is not confidential

So show deference for my skills diferential



[Phesto Dee]

Yeah I suffocate featherweight MC's never resucitate

Decimated easily as my voice fluctuated sentence structure

This critical juncture for you youngstas

Laser sharp hack ya, cut ya, acupuncture

Play my clutch Midas touch press the gas and light the dutch up

My candy gloss touch ya

Eurethane is such a

Blood rushin' display of luxury and immerse ya

Submerge ya beyond the verge of word perfection



[Tajai]

Yo these niggas out a pocket I cold

Cock'em and cock at their nose

Stopping their comment just for haulin' that garbage

My flow, shockin' and suckers with no

Stoppin' a racket

If you fi'n to talk about it

Be about it or get rowdy



[Phesto Dee]

I spit that

Liquid detergent

Game like George Gervin

Ice water

Under pressure operate like Julius Erving

The surgeon, hovercraft percusion

With spontaneous combustion

highly flammable magma through the mouth



[Chorus: Tajai]x2

I am

Touched, unsane, deranged and such

But my mind still clicks in the clutch

You run up you get, touched

Molested marauded messed with

I'm charged with electric current

And burn 'em so don't, touch

Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom

Thoughts consume man I got that

Touch, a feel for the real panache, pizzaz

Skill and lots of that

So I just build now



[A-Plus: talking]

Get touched

I'm a touch you

For real

Think I'm playin'

All these fingers

'll Fuck you up

That's real
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