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Atom Bomb

Mark Isham

Kiss the Girls

1997

a heart attack,
baby got a pain on tap,
baby gimme some of that,
baby got a satellite,
baby got second sight,
baby got a master plan,
a foolproof

The initial vessel launches away
Eclipsing with the shadow of escape 
Beyond the satellites it awaits
For the rest of the fleet to migrate
For Mars

on his feet
I march with my fleet
The water lifts
My arms split the sea
My staff came with a turtle shell So what's a spartan to me
I taste the cake I'm

with my fleet
So go pick a better fight
Got so many cars I couldn't track em all with a satellite (Hey)
You see them swangers poking
You see my trunk is

Atom Bomb

Fluke

The Saint [Original Soundtrack]

1997

attack
Baby got a pain on tap
Baby gimme some of that
Baby got a satellite
Baby got second sight
Baby got a master plan
A foolproof master plan
Baby

The Lottery

Kottonmouth Kings

High Society

2000

shoes

Since I won the lottery I bought a yacht to fish
I spent a fifth on a house with a satellite dish
I bought a brewery and walk around all day with

I'm 10
The only time I can be-nine is when I shoot, so you can eat me, plus I'm a dick
You pandas design the plain black and white shit
Satellite

know them apart
Mirrored satellites, frozen sheets bathe in the light and heat
Sublime, ice into vapour, Carbon Dioxide
Cyanobacteria, enriched soil,

Silk shirt by the red sea
10 Piece in my bedsheets
Different strains got a medley
7 Sins feelings deadly
Woke up with vendetta
Satellite phone with

schemes
A new implemented system, where our privacy revoked with promises of hope
And satellites inform, your locations through the globe and leave you out

resides in the lungs!
It resides in the lungs!
It resides in the lungs!

Fleet foot, breathe in, breathe out
That "thing" is close behind
Weary wanderer!

the tidal way and I would
Tear your temples down


Every single fleet foot business man is running late and I am
Waiting on a satellite


It looks like I’m

On a freak when I skeet
Check ya tone when we speak
Shift control with the fleet
Aye Aye
This shit gon be crazy in the after life
Fuck some clout I'm tryna

and

They be askin y’all to catch ‘em 

Like them satellites for NASA 

not advanced enough to track em 

Amber Alert us for why

Please Overstand 

your

I don't got a motherfucking alibi
Hold this shit down with a cable tie
I can see through with a naked eye
Talking my shit through a satellite, fuck!

Like cotton, coal, and wheat
She's ferried crowds immigrants
Enough to fill a fleet
She's fought in wars on foreign shores
With hordes of privateers

accusations 
Star Sream jet fighters on the scene 
Terrorize and fleet as the innocent bleed 
Feeding portions profit for the scene
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