Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acupuncture, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Acupuncture |
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 |
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? |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Get touched |
I’m a touch you |
For real |
Think I’m playin' |
All these fingers |
'll Fuck you up That’s real |