Shooting Stars (feat. Opio)

[Opio]

Shootin stars burning up in flames

Shootin stars burn burning up in flames

Shootin stars burning up in flames

Shootin stars burn burning up in flames

It's always gotta be a knuckle head startin controversy

Puttin on his makeup to take flicks for the Enquirer

While we entrepreneur these fools startin fire works

Causin scandals and music gimmicks

That's why they're jerks

No originality, no classic material

I be hearin flows sounding so much like the Souls its delirium

But I sit back, don't interfere with them

Stay focused, it's inner energized like a pyramid

We come out while they disappear right quick

In blaze of Hierotechnicalities so exquisite

The Souls of Mischief crew came torpedoing through

Left a crater in the desert with a four mile radius

Others, they just be part of the meteor shower

Heated up for a minute then dissolve in a towering inferno

Every evening you can see them

In the black of the night, spectacular sparks of light

Man I'm seein hella shootin stars like astronomers

While I'm attackin mic I watch them all cremate

The searing heat breaks the fake rapper to molecules

Now all these fools get dynamited

They can't move of breathe

Sounding like eternally extinguished

Didn't learn their fiendish ways

Makes 'em delicate

Fragile like stained glass

I put it down so eloquent

Platinum sellin shit still sports ya but we ever lasting

[2x]

Shooting stars

Burning up in a flames when they hit the Souls of Mischief atmosphere

Chasing fame

See, they came and went in a millisecond

If you didn't catch 'em, man

They one in the same

It's so mundane

They start off really flashy

But soon then they get axed with the Apache Tomahawk

Slammed to the mat

Superfly stuck a nukka for trying to rap like that

Hook up the microphone from we can scrap

We fit with the muzzle your mind sizzles and bubbles

Uh oh, it's trouble

You get smothered trying to penetrate the ozone layer

Player, you're just another flare in the dark

Fired up like the dragon's lair

You get slayed, you're not the slayer

Dissolving into thin air

Nowhere to be found cause we impair

Taken as rappers who dare to compare

Selling like a share on the Pacific Exchange

But we rip it the same

It's all prepared to slang the pangs through your earphones

You walk on tight ropes trying to engage the fearsome

Unbalanced advancements lead to your last dance with death

Can I hear something

Cause we know he wasn't saying nothing when we steamed 'em up administration by veto

He was like, "That was freestyle? You're my hero"

The mic was on him, and he got shaky and pale

Taking 'bout, "Man, I can't come off the top"

Cause we prevail over the dope fiend scanner brain antics

Mechanic and robotic like a sentinel

Man, we unconventional

We coming so immaculate

Taking niggas dap and shit

You couldn't panic these with a gat and a clip

So stay in the pinch you losers

You ain't equipped

Astral projecting poetics

Quicksilver fast to split your ass to smithereens

You wear the ring, the rig of explosions engulfing your whole scene

[2x]

He's a shooting star

Burning up in a flames when he hit the Souls of Mischief atmosphere

Chasing fame

See, you came and went in a millisecond

If you didn't catch 'em, man

They one in the same

It's so mundane

They start off really flashy

But soon then they get axed with the Apache Tomahawk

Slammed to the mat

Superfly stuck a nukka for trying to rap like that

Hook up the microphone from we can scrap nigga