Lyrics:
I had no signal
So i read the metro on the tube
Robert's blinded by his dated
Post colonial view
And i'm sick and tired
Of the state of this nation
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
When they send the signal prepare to mingle
You wont be able to resist the urge to bite
Missing was your urge to fight the real villains
But youl be
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them
They say I'm two-faceded, I fucked her then said, "I ain't do it" (ooh)
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up oil, bae said, "It ain't movin'" (skrrt)
So I
Like "recession" to "necessary downturn"
"Crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
And being killed by your own Army
Chorus 2x
Gr gr gr gr green light,
I'm jus waitin 4 the, gr gr green light,
Now U kno I kno u kno, exactly what I mean right,
When I say wet, is
up a signal
And I'll catch the light
If there's more time you know it's up to you
So why don't you
Stay a little while (stay) [4x]
C'mon
I like this
an icon wearing slippers made of pythons
Get mine quicker 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline
Transporting the oil, tribulation and toil
Hit the operation,
queasy
Tune into the madness
Transfixed and bewitched by the flickering TV
Up, hold up, don't touch that dial
Look at our isle of muck and bile
With
as planes go by
10,000 feet in the air, it blows my mind
Skywriter, soaring up high
Send me a signal and teach me to fly
Skywriter, oh why can't your life be
Satellite
Written by: Ashanti “Qilla Fang” Carey
Produced by: Ashanti “Qilla Fang” Carey
Intro
Brother from another mother. Never had to ask if you
in this V6
Niggas did me wrong once before, I keep three sticks
Had to change a heart, oh my God, I don't need this
I been movin' ten toes thick on my
10. I Beg To Differ
Fairness
our highest order
The coffins must a silent lead
We are equal by birth
Thickening of the orphans
We press for fate
going slow
My ol' Bronco
I flipped it over up on Arnot Hill
Turned it back over and fixed the grill
You know where I been by that old oil spot
Most times
sour, growing wise to the lies[00:30.56]And every time I spit bars, I open new eyes[00:33.58]And make them realise they're controlled by TVs in their
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
I'm seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah
I'm seein
by me
so stand by gwaan big it up
Right ya now a you me want fi luv up
So comin inna me life because I love you so much
I like ten fireside woman you
read you loud and clear, man
Oh yeah man!
Your signal's weak on my radar screen,
How far out are you, man?
I'm pretty far out
That's pretty
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Everything come back Ten Fold
Out in LIC eating Ten full
I go on my lunch break
Clear up my mental
I don’t do the mixed signals
Rather stick
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