| Song | Airborne Rangers |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that'll rip through | |
| Your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like i was genghis | |
| The 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 then regain my strength (what?) | |
| The chinese connection game of death | |
| You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck | |
| Controllin' these mikes while he aimin' his tec | |
| Coward breakin' a sweat | |
| Steady shakin' his shit | |
| Couldn't even hold it still cuz his hands was all wet | |
| Said we a threat cuz we the heaviest | |
| And with a (strobe?) blockin' his progress you'll never be fresh | |
| You can't murdalize a survivalist | |
| Fool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift | |
| [tajai] | |
| All we gotta do is provide the music, uh | |
| Don't need a lac on deez to make your bitch 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 on the extreme sides of gassing | |
| Mike 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 shit and left command | |
| Won't let it get too ahead, i got a check on that | |
| Check your 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 | |
| Been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp 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 soaked the game well | |
| I know the spell from the rattle of a snake's tail | |
| When a hard nigga spray, and the enemy's layin' pale | |
| I'm with a female, that was waitin', make her exhale i'm double | |
| X-l like the magazine & | |
| And **** the drug 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 | |
| Dicks are jackin' the penis so your label accept | |
| Cuz 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 dee] | |
| I'm ubiquitous 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 | |
| With english on english, the kingpin | |
| Swingin' like charlie mingus, | |
| High-wire torch-swallowin' spine tinglin' | |
| Break your vertebraes with permanent tourniquettes | |
| Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare | |
| Hor, d'oerve ya serve ya sequoia heights is sterling | |
| Vintage, coinage of terms eccentric | |
| Circumventin' the industry | |
| While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed | |
| In mass media hype, we smash media rights through mikes | |
| Crash through the core at the speed of the light | |
| I'm (rianiti?) on ice, graffiti on mikes | |
| The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite | |
| [tajai & opio] | |
| Uh! | |
| We combust when we contact | |
| So come correct with the contract | |
| Show respect when we stomp packs | |
| We been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp 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 | |
| We been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac | |
| Take her back, we don't want that, no not that, uh |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Rap slash out these battleship torpedoes that' ll rip through | |
| Your fragile ego, ransack your evil empire like i was genghis | |
| The 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 then regain my strength what? | |
| The chinese connection game of death | |
| You might see me in the reflection in the chain on his neck | |
| Controllin' these mikes while he aimin' his tec | |
| Coward breakin' a sweat | |
| Steady shakin' his shit | |
| Couldn' t even hold it still cuz his hands was all wet | |
| Said we a threat cuz we the heaviest | |
| And with a strobe? blockin' his progress you' ll never be fresh | |
| You can' t murdalize a survivalist | |
| Fool we thrive on this shit, the third eye is too swift | |
| tajai | |
| All we gotta do is provide the music, uh | |
| Don' t need a lac on deez to make your bitch hop on my lap | |
| And lap on these, lavishin' please don' t tease | |
| To all these waybelowaverage 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 on the extreme sides of gassing | |
| Mike 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 shit and left command | |
| Won' t let it get too ahead, i got a check on that | |
| Check your 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 | |
| Been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac | |
| Take her back, we don' t want that, no not that | |
| aplus | |
| 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 soaked the game well | |
| I know the spell from the rattle of a snake' s tail | |
| When a hard nigga spray, and the enemy' s layin' pale | |
| I' m with a female, that was waitin', make her exhale i' m double | |
| Xl like the magazine | |
| And the drug 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 | |
| Dicks are jackin' the penis so your label accept | |
| Cuz 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 dee | |
| I' m ubiquitous on three hundred and fifty cubic inches | |
| Of horsepowered fuel injection, positive traction | |
| Throttlin' action, my prerogative' s idlin' | |
| Mind bogglin' speed tobogganin' streets of oakland | |
| With english on english, the kingpin | |
| Swingin' like charlie mingus, | |
| Highwire torchswallowin' spine tinglin' | |
| Break your vertebraes with permanent tourniquettes | |
| Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ, warfare | |
| Hor, d' oerve ya serve ya sequoia heights is sterling | |
| Vintage, coinage of terms eccentric | |
| Circumventin' the industry | |
| While your fate remains in the chains of imagery portrayed | |
| In mass media hype, we smash media rights through mikes | |
| Crash through the core at the speed of the light | |
| I' m rianiti? on ice, graffiti on mikes | |
| The beaters are white, forever sweet and precise for me to ignite | |
| tajai opio | |
| Uh! | |
| We combust when we contact | |
| So come correct with the contract | |
| Show respect when we stomp packs | |
| We been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp 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 | |
| We been prepped for the combat | |
| Got the specs of your launchpad | |
| Snatch ya bitch when we rock that | |
| Interception, she out back | |
| Undressed off the twomp sack, blessed off the cognac | |
| Take her back, we don' t want that, no not that, uh |