Kool DJ E.Q. - Airborne Rangers lyrics

[Opio] 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 d**h You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck Controllin these mics while he aimin his Tek 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**, the third eye is too swift [Tajai] All we gotta do is provide the music, ugh Don't need a Lac on Deez to make your b**h 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 ga**ing 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** 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 [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 b**h 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 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 n***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** the d** 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 [Phesto] 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 Charlie 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 ma** media hype, we smash media rights through mics Crack through the core at the speed of the light I'm ????? ???? ????, graffiti on mics The 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 b**h 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**h 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