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Ah, this is your captain speaking thank
You for flying with Flock Fresco
Air crafts, where we flock freshly
If you are not flocking
You are dying we

never relax)
That's why we rap on the heaviest tracks

Fuck crafting, I never craft
If you craft, you're a daft lad
Don't make me laugh, dad
All I need is

the glide the landing gear
Security the blanket the cushion the sound the safe the solace in that the comfort zone the atmospherics layer the o-the-zone
Some

Adrenaline!

The Roots

Woodstock 1999

1999

to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him
Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson
First class air crafts what I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe

Adrenaline!

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him
Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson
First class air crafts what I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe

my face or your head I aim mushing 
It's a hard landing ain't it ain't no cushion 
Rooted like trees so you cannot remove me
I am a vet I don't fuck

Dust in the air landing soft on the boxes stacked up
Desperately searching for what should have never been lost
Carved by her grandfather, rests

Can you find the comfort in the ether...

Your voice is the softest landing to a rough day spanning forever in my mind,
The thirst I quench swimming

on the recently deleted
And it's crazy I ain't think we would get to the point, like a long conversation
Where, questions all up in the air
Like if she love me

that I shape into visions escaped
Off the page so amazing the scriptures I make workin' my craft almost all night and day
Explode on a stage like

on a beach landing craft
They become something else, fast
They become something else, fast
Ain't it the one thing

See he asked, he asked for the hell
For

it down learn the principles (Uh)
Maybe I got too technical in my understanding
But if your flow isn't landing I probably wont be jamming
I ain't