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[Music intro]
STUDIO PRESENTER:
Welcome back to our special report on the launch of PhoenixM19. We are but moments away from witnessing history in

I'll drive you to the launch pad
Make sure you are well fed
I'll monitor your vitals
On a floating bed
If you feel uncertain
I'll say it's all in your

pit's
They monitor my Internet from right
Outside of the crib
Get into my car with all my dogs
We takin' a trip helicopters follow the whip
I mean,

Staying up just a little
Later every night
These days it's getting harder
To escape from all this
Mundanity though I know
I should find joy in

escapes hell
Stoneface
Running my affairs at my own pace 'till my bankroll's straight
I want the muh'fuckin' icing and the whole cake
You just a crooked ass

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GZA

Back to Back: Raw & Uncut

2008

the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap Lords, swing

The waters heal but the wind pierces so deep
Girl could you meet me on the moon?
Wanna launch light the fuse
Need to get the space
We can lay above the rain

have outside

Launch me into Space 
Cause I don’t wanna wait 
For the pain to kick in

I’ll be your Girl in Space
I’ll be your Girl in Space
I’ll be your

I need an escape
I really need to find a way
‘Cause at the minute I’m just stuck in a cycle I’m not even pedalling I need some breaks
I need

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GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

of one of our Source Sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap lords swing swords,

Let It Sing

Kevin Gates

Chained to the City

Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

Cookin' up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon' launch
In Cali, just call me

The goddess of surveillance 
Hosts in her electric shrine

Monitor
The omniscient mind
Slave holder
Enslaver of mankind

Drones in the sky 
Cameras on each wall

The harvest dried out, there aint nothing left
So i sit upon the foothill, and monitor the steps
I try and stay hopeful as we plant more seeds
But

rhythm

With the lockout of one of our source sports

We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court

During the first half, number one draft

Children to the cages
Institutional enslavement
Monitor resistance
Smother all existence

Animalistic mentality
Desperate to escape
This mental

is what y'all glorify but they tried to escape
Covered me because they knew that I would get the grades

Coming out of Bucktown
Parties with these rich

adaptation
Immigration, escalation
Reccomendation, altercation
Monsters in your closets, and
Destroying your positives, so
Recalibrate your monitors, and
Run

Rewind the phrases (nigga)
Complex puzzles amazes
Launch off missiles and lasers
Gorillas, dunn
Muscled the homies out of the cages
Seperatin' ligaments

Anytime Now

Sizzla

Greensleeves Sampler, Vol. 20

1999

babylon ah get 'fraid 
Anytime now 
Di prisoners dem ah go escape 
Slave master place ah go blaze 
Anytime now 
Police dem ah go get a red 
'Fraid,

carpenter (that's me)
Monitor her, if she obviously honorary
Imma delete and copy the girl
Find another follower who hair longer than [?]
Who goes by

attendance
I must escape
I cannot listen to the man
There is no
Time to waste
As I launch the master plan
Cause I feel
Like a pawn
And I’m sick of being taught

the shotty by my side

Fuck walking you know mi done with that
Jeep you see find now mek mi jump in that
And now mi pick up rankin and you see mi launch my

We're ready to launch
There's no time to waste
Not a sign of you
It seems we got lost
Hit by the rising cost
Which we couldn't afford
By good luck

Launch codes all around

Flame to the glass
Liftin' heavy bags
Gimme that
Smoke up in my lungs
Call it Greenhouse Gas
Make this Chaz
Hung in my escape