Sometimes press them tenders. I'm never truly land. And all your expectation. I never truly care. You'll never safe on, or come up with other reason. You've been weak and I take a bad decision.
Swing high then swing low. I know, we all know. Swing high then swing low. I know. . I was rushing to the end. Touching everything I saw again. And hoping to pretend.
Yo, check it out. . When I rock it's like a deja vu, revolution feel acu. When I grab this mic device and flip on all these crews. (Fuckin'). I'm down for writers, breakers, movers and shakers, illuminators.
One two. See this?. Right here this is heat. Yo, yo, massive massive. . There's something deep inside. That's telling you that love's so much more. This is just a masquerade.
I was down to my very last song. Didnt even know which way to go. Couldnt believe that this was happening. I said, "God, please dont put me back". I didnt even see, there was blood on the tracks.
You. . You say, you say, you say, you flying. And it feel so good. You say, you say, you say, you flying. And it feel so good. . You can take this higher.
Yo, yo what the fuck? Yo, yo. . It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze. Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees. Please, give up the mic to MC's.
Hit it. . This is a broadcast from the universe. Supersonic bond, metaphor, megahertz. I'm on a mission with the mic in the holster. Spread the love from coast to coast, hear the dope for editing.
We've just landed, alright send a search party out. Duh, don't get caught up on this planet man, these humans are crazy. Just don't even show them your microphone 'cause then you know what.
See this here, this is Crucial, yeah. . This is an emergency. They shot down in the dark. They did cause the paid a fee. Now there's nothing to die for.
I'm at a hot creep show. Same old thing on the radio. Who's that coming 'round. Suffering popularity breakdown?. . I can't, it's funny. That, that I got stopped when I'm walking the streets.
It's over here. It's over here. . Check it. We ice cold, rap Siberia, North Pole. This ain't rock 'n' roll 'cause the rapper's in control. I'm like a blacksmith, forgin' the mic into gold.