Proper Aim - Souls Of Mischief

Uhh, the deadly pedigree leave little for editing

Thoughts of deadin me inevitably put you ahead of me

I’m steadily battering your chicanery

With battery after battery BLAST your smattering

To smithereens, y’all ain’t as tough as y’all appear to be

Kinda queer to me (HI!) soft lyrically, scared of triggery

Get to steppin cause I’m quick to check 'em with the Heckler

In the chip and peppers restin next to my pecker

I stress the maximum effort;

I can’t relax cause I’m reppin

So face the fact that I’m fresher and take it back to the essence

With my spectacular methods of slayin tracks with a vengeance

Send 'em packin when attacked with an immaculate sentence

It’s Tajai

Let me introduce myself, my name is A-Plus

No need to check 'em, I got big ol' ape nuts

I’m in love with hip-hop, it ain’t lust

Whenever we drop, people they thank us

Can’t stand rapper a talkin shit but cain’t bust

The flamethrower hit 'em up and makes dust

Tell 'em fold, I’m workin with a straight flush

Get to steppin before you miss the late bus

You lame fucks wanna get your frame touched

I hear 'em talkin but they ain’t sayin much

A jump to that mission to make bucks

Niggas done came up but listen it ain’t luck

I’m A1 mayne, you?

You can’t cut

The same stuff you some lower grade huff

Fiends tried your dope and no one stayed up

Maybe cause your flow and your show is straight butt!

It’s not a game, nobody playin

We can drop your whole team with a proper aim

Nobody playin, know what I’m sayin?

Souls of Mischief got a beam on a lot of lames

They all the same, that’s why we came

We can drop your whole team with the proper aim

It’s not a game, nobody playin

Know what I’m sayin?

Op don’t need amphetamine

Op is an adrenaline fiend, Op live for the filthy scheme

Op gotta get the fettu-cine, similar to Medellin

Cartel, you never met a king

That’s pushin with a head of steam like I’m Edgerrin James

Biggest Kilimanjaro bantamweight spaghetti green

They whylin in the mezzanine with a heavy chain

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

My reaction time is like a matador

If it seem imagined or inflated, check your vantage point

In-between the inconvenient truth you can’t afford it

Hey!

When it’s me it’s guaranteed like the planet’s orbit

Yeah she leave yo, geometric patterns

Tattoed on a battle wound, red Phes' rocker

Deep my gastric juices, battery acid

Placid opacity capacity massive

Tenacious assassin in dark glasses

Sasketchewan to TexArkana spark advancements

My hallmark art enhancement, often transmit

From the ballpark, transit, for start ransom

Parkin lot dance a lot, bound to cop a pound of pot

Off the countertop and cops canceled out the counter plot

Hoes serve, but think fast it’s impulse

To the motor nerve, it’s mo' to burn, quarter germ