Shooting Stars Souls of Mischief

[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