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In minus 10, 9, 8, we have a goal for main engine start
We have main engine start 4, 3, 2, 1, zero lift off
I got the block warm.
tear it apart for 'em
Time to lock horns,
Knowledge my art form
Warrior spirit be the best by far
Still smash guitars like some pill-popping rockstars
Killer machine, killer regime, glimmer on your game screen
Underground to the mainstream
Be the classical antique, 360 circle
Switch all these niggas like it's dress rehearsal
Live in the fire, keep the gang crispy
Peak the friction, don't try to fix me
One man down, call in the substitution
Second chess move, that be the revolution
I want it right now,
tearing the house down
High self-esteem, i'm showing out now
Smoking my ounce now
Missing my bread
Gyro my head,
High bread, two points on the spread
Embrace the come up, the funky drummer
'til the casket drop, last shot, beat the buzzer
Remy guzzler, street peddler, head-hunter
Underground street thriller, beneath the bunker
Fists like cement, hitting my chips off
Tipping my bricks off, NFL kick off
Iconic symbol, that be a global voice
My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought
translucent lamps. topping some weed stalks
Licking my own wounds,
I don't need salt
I speak outlandish,
1000 volts when I talk
I knew Spanish, i hablo on the court
Hands on the pot, a heavy portion
mix crack with the rap
Product's scorching
Check out my melody
Hardcore density, a bee sting pregnancy
the swarm start the legacy
Rhymes for 100 years
This is my legacy
Paid in past. sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears
After i'm gone, these words be my legacy
Rhymes for a hundred years
this is my legacy
Paid in past sweat and tears, what a legacy
Words massage your ears
The ears, the ears