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    Takeoff

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Текст песни Takeoff
    Текст песни Takeoff

    In front of the mic, behind the limelight
    A star so bright shines refined advancement
    Dance with the last man on the face of the earth
    Who did the electric sl-i-i-ide over the verse
    Hands held high, connect the antennas
    Do or die when we fly, face the grimace
    Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast Eddie
    Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em
    Put the Blowed on 'em, roll on 'em
    Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, over me
    Outwardly, inwardly, openly, awkwardly
    Happily, dastardly, tragedy and casualty
    Same story same flight
    Where they put yo' body same strip same spot, same endin
    Same car, same engine, same tension brewin
    Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin?
    You done enough it's not enough, act two
    I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to crack you
    Nonchalant, idiot savant no comp
    Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies
    Kick the box, light these M-80's
    Ladies grab your babies, run for safety
    I don't think it may be a, good idea to stand here
    You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to land here
    Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring mayhem
    Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
    Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
    Obviously, oblivious, frontin snobby
    Heat to the Mojave, heat to the robbery
    Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother probably
    Taxpayers killed the mayor, and the senator
    Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister
    Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill
    The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields
    Smoke inhalation, no ventilation
    No fire station, no assimilation
    Minus the heroes and plaques memorial sites
    become burial sites, from high aerial flights
    Hover over David Blaine, I'm here to save the game
    Fifty-two pick-up witcha brain
    Alone lies the man on the track
    Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards
    Fallin face flat, still spittin at you
    Still gettin at you, they're all laughin at you
    My greatest gift of all was the ability to fall
    Get back up and fall, get back up and fall
    Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and brawl
    And make 'em lick the balls
    Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it
    Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit
    Rock shit, roll shit, control shit
    Hold shit down 'til we slow on some old shit
    I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect
    Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
    Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm about
    Run the route, bring water to the drought
    When all else fails on the trails of love
    Hate becomes judged, happiness won't budge
    Wickedness does just as wickedness does
    And I'm just gettin a buzz, I'm sayin it just because I can
    Just because I am a man
    With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks embedded
    But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it
    The evil in your heart is, misery's home
    Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
    I defuse the bomb but just for a moment
    And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst opponent
    The first ones on it, the last to leave
    All my, trash is treasure, that's how it's perceived
    At the end of my spin when the heights achieved
    I'ma leave with a bang like how I was conceived
    There's thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve
    BUT NO!!! FUCK THAT!!

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