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my name wasn't Nick
Robby I do my thang
Bout to drop on your continent
Devastating the cribs
Island, I go away from the grid
Holiday, know I came with

the energy startin to shift
Wasnt ridin wit me get off my dick
Go ahead tho and bust that lick,
Yea ya thought cha ass was slick
Built these pockets brick by

To one that lives at home
The one inside my dad
He's always righting wrong
He's always fighting bad
The Thing, The Hulk, and Superman 
Can't compare

On the go
Always on the move
On the go
Straight up to the moon
On the go
Always on the move
On the go
Straight up to the moon
Scheming for the ocean

Metropolis

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues,

motor in a big body
Bad chicks wit me like a plane pilot
Outfit drippin like it's paint droppin' (yeah)

I am in rare form
I hit the gas n go airborne
Ran

of my dawgs are tame
Treat the law like its wood work always go against the grain (Ayy)
Stand tall like cranes
Soon come we'll be boarding planes
South

Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go

yout's are still 'fraid of the comb
I'll be raising their soul 'til it's higher
Than a plane on the globe
I just aim then I blow escape when I go
Look i'm

at the moshpit
Get that lil boy out of my optics
I kinda like that she toxic
I think she bad, I think she knows that I was just weighing my options
Up from my

moving up
Off the grid
Ain't nowhere we can't go
Halos, tango
Took your main hoe
Like Los Santos
I be bussin, bussin
These little funky asses can't fuck

time couldn't break you (yea yea)
Im on a plane and I'll see you mañana
In Punta Caña we going bananas
No worries like Kuna Matata
Straight off the grid

Oliver North introduced
Us to cocaine in the 80's when the bricks
Came on military planes

A few months ago I told the American
People I did not trade arms

gives assistance keeps me out of mischief
Music is my ticket to a higher plane
Helps me relax when I'm taxed and my mind is strained
Music is so precious

this reminds me of a year in a kindergarden being harassed by a mongoloid child,

Who nearly fell of the grid when finding that the teacher fell in love

I'm still broken up
I live in bad conditions but, I got my conditioning
I use my provision with no vision comes 
I'm still on the run, go

Jess

You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
It's a bird, it's a plane

Gods amongst the humans
Touch my

is out the window
Memories come and bring hope
Bad days make me lose home
Maybe cause I ain't got no where to go
I rap about the problems only when I'm

Son of a Bush

Public Enemy

Revolverlution

2002

of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad...
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad.........

the father, the son...
the father, the son...
(go on, better go on)

Bad B come to the crib, yh thats day by day
Whole squad haffi get lit, yh thats day by day
The mandem trynna grow rich, yh thats day by day
Thats day

the rest like

Plane, check. Bag, check. Lane, check. Pass, check 
Plane, check. Bag, check. Lane, check. Pass, check 
Rain check. Bad check. Pay check. Last

what the hype bout right now 

Oh my 
Thinking bout the past this whole time 
Girly so bad she so fine 
If she come back it’s go time 
Ima smash Mario

really fucking with me
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
The kids been bad and now

get hurt and go home
A bad soul, you don't know
He wan' go home
I can just put him on a plane
In my zone don't stop me
Don't be no Charlamagne
Kawasaki