Souls Of Mischief - Proper Aim (Instrumental) lyrics

[Tajai] 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 [A-Plus] 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 sh** 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 f**s wanna get your frame touched I hear 'em talkin but they ain't sayin much A jump to that mission to make bucks n***as done came up but listen it ain't luck I'm A1 mayne, you? You cain'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 bu*t! [Chorus] It's not a game, nobody playin We can drop your whole team with the 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? [Opio] 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 [Phesto] Yeah she leave yo {?}, geometric patterns Tattoed on a battle wound, red Phes' rocker Deep my gastric juices, battery acid Placid opacity capacity ma**ive Tenacious a**a**in in dark gla**es 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 [Chorus]