Shooting Stars

[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