Lyrics:
respond, over
Key your mic if you are in trouble
Units be advised now switching to t-mobile'
I am
I am
I am a criminal
Criminal
I am a criminal
Criminal
Stellar port squadrons
Supervising units
Engaged in space craft
The coordination center
Monitors all activity
The aggressor forces
Defense artillery
She's a small mobile intelligent unit
Got what it takes and she knows how to use it
Planets and place don't mean nothing to her
Moguls and minors are
and G-Unit hop back in that (Bat!) mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (Brrat!)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (Attacks!)
rêve brûlant
Était notre carburant
Un écosystème
Pour musiciens bohèmes
Un incroyable tandem
Qui unit et vous promène
La Bong Mobile
C’était la vie
the mind of a madman
You'll find me dead underwater
Breathing In silence
Just stay away
Because death remains
You must be searching for something
In unit
My boy just left Colombia
Bitch we going global
Tap in its a feat price but you can hit my mobile
Charge a nigga for a photo
Charge a nigga to use my
your ear
either way
now you're a mobile unit
portable and caustic
fucked up and nostalgic
it ain't like that
she called me
she called me
it ain't like
into the underground by government forces
However a small resistance is forming
Both Terminator X and Chuck D have resurfaced
Leading a small mobile
tactical dog
We laughin' at y'all
While you thinking me and Lu [?]
Seein' this shit that keep goin' on
Then pick a different zone for your mobile homes
Store
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]
This be the bird's eye view
ask if it's tactical, (sure is)
Girl, I hope your vaginal has indoors
'Cause I'm about to do somethin' tragical
Rest assure this
'Cause homie hit
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man
You and your blue shirt
You and your blue shirt
You and your auto-pilot
Circling through the room
High above the bed
Looking like a mobile unit
You
spray
With the intention of ending procreation
Released in the form of a mist ejected from a mobile unit
It works its way into the central nervous system
me dog
Some of y'all niggas comin' with me dog
None of y'all niggas' boots fit me dog
You think an echo was y'all
You need to think tactical dog
We
from my style and you know that its true
But I'm a pirate with a noose introducing new movements to your dude with blue prints
Of improved tactical units
From Lambos to Mazdas
Bitch we never quit
The work that we do
Is very much legit
Ethical solutions
Panning out my shit
Very tactical like
Yo boii John
tempting
Tethered phone call but I let it keep (Phone Ringing)
Turn my phone cold, but my mobile emitted
Fighting for my soul, but he knows it's encrypted
to feel on it huh
We move as a unit just know what you doin we pull up them boys get to crisscrossing huh
They be like damn T?M
All on my phone on my
Is because of Lewis Latimer's carbon filament
Frederick Jones created the mobile cooling unit to preserve food on long trips
George Speck and sister
land that I can work with, and a palace to call my home
Exercise ya freedom by movin' and goin' mobile
Stronger as a unit, but faster when flyin' solo
a mic
I bring the sixs, the oh, the eight to the battle hype
It's Takktics, tactical, ill-dramitical, radical
Coming with a fist full
from my style and you know that its true
But I'm a pirate with a noose introducing new movements to your dude with blue prints
Of improved tactical units
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