Souls Of Mischief

Acupuncture


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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
Im charged with electric current
And burnem so dont, 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
Im bustin hot ones with rhymes (blow!)
Acupuncture smackin damn nerds like heroine
Swimmin with sharks Im 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 youse a dead man walkin
And Im the executioner connivin like lex luthor
What they shootin for?

[tajai]
Man, I make these corny rappers respire
Breakem for their dapper atire
Then throw that ass in the fire
And aint no use in askin me why
Fuck you! thats my reply
Step back from the mike
Or Im 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 isnt temporary
Have you shook up like kids who mention carrie
Or bloody mary if you rappin near me
Positively somethin gon happen really
I aint got no back up in me
I stay managed
Wether you chill or pack a semi
You cant 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
Hitem with the black squad and crack your jaw

[a-plus]
Now Im a chastise you rap guys
With wack lies
Soundin like you doin smack lines
Claimin its your last time
We start a riot like jamaicans over gas prices
Thats 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
Gs by the hundred but
That dont matter (fool)
Cause niggas get millions
For shit I aint feelin
And thats why Im building

[a-plus]
Yeah
Absolutely, I be rappin smoothly
If she actin too keyed
Im a snatch a groupie
Roll a phattie and have niggas sayin thats a doozy (daaam boy!)
And bring it to niggas who front like its 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 wont miss you
Once you gone I wont 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 mcs 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
Cockem 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 fin 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
Im charged with electric current
And burn em so dont, 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
Im a touch you
For real
Think Im playin
All these fingers
ll fuck you up
Thats real


Autor(es): A. Carter / D. Thompson