Souls Of Mischief - Acupuncture lyrics

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 throwing punchlines
I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow!)
Acupuncture smacking damn nerds like heroine
Swimming 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 walking


And I'm the executioner conniving like Lex Luthor
What they shooting for?


Man, I make these corny rappers respire
Break'em for their dapper attire
Then throw that ass in the fire
And ain't no use in asking me why
FUCK YOU! that's my reply
Step back from the mike
Or I'm snatching your lives, right


Niggas be acting like
They be rapping tight, but they lost
Like in the black of night
Soon to be my sacrifice
Better be wary of the legendary
Cause your spot at the cemetery isn't temporary
Have you shook up like kids who mention Carrie
Or Bloody Mary if you rapping near me
Positively something gon' happen really
I ain't got no back up in me
I stay managed
Whether you chill or pack a semi
You can't manage


We gargantuan killa tarantulas
Touch the intangible, Viagra flow, raw
Stronger then Niagara 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
Sounding like you doing smack lines
Claiming 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 feeling
And that's why I'm building


Yeah
Absolutely, I be rapping smoothly
If she acting too keyed
I'm a snatch a groupie
Roll a phattie and have niggas saying 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 testing with my 308 special
Running up in your residences
Running 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 differential


Yeah I suffocate featherweight MC's never resuscitate
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, shocking and suckers with no
Stopping 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 percussion
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, pizzazz
Skill and lots of that
So I just build now

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, pizzazz
Skill and lots of that
So I just build now


Get touched
I'm a touch you
For real
Think I'm playing
All these fingers
'Ll Fuck you up
That's real