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Dragonfly

Blondie

The Platinum Collection

1994

Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences 
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars, 
and any other inhabited orbs

a Astronaut, astronaut
Native took a shot
To satisfy my appetite, appetite
Fuck you thought, I ain't waiting For no afterlife
Fuck em' all, I won't make

Creeping around with the wolves native so I told him poles
Caught up in reaching the goal i'm stretching this shit by the zone
Creeping around with

Real niggas recognize the real niggas
Ain't fallen victim to the system that they built for us
I'm a young king
Thriving in the NYC
Queens native

what it is, they be tripping on my game
Saying Java's changed, my problem's still the same
She whisper in my ear that bands'll make her dance
But I

RAF on my sneakers, I fuck like need her
Got bands on the visa, I supply my people 
A band for the feature, did what they didn't teach me
I make this

Indivisible by a sword
Less it’s by a form
Inter dimensional like I swore
That I swore when I was high
On LSD in a gallery on a
Flying saucer
Ballistic missiles

call 
Indivisible by a sword 
Less it's by a form 
Inter dimensional like I swore 
That I swore when I was high 
On LSD 
In a gallery on a 
Flying saucer

Heritage gives you options
Arbitrariness defines status
Welcome to free world
And make millions by utilizating
If you inter those believed
In you

Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one

How a Fort Worth native
Got a East Coast cadence
I was born with the gift of gab
Riding around bumpin' Hov and Fab
Wordplay Pryor it'll make you

toddler
So many hands raised as the band plays
I’m here now
Watch how many nigga's plans change

Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually

Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one

electric
I raise up and I take the leverage
I fuck less than I really could
Unwind and appeal the woods
Funtime is not in the books
Game is heart but I'm

the game
Your not in my lane
Late night grind nah u can't relate 
Burn the bridge them man are fake
Nah i cant deal with snakes

For my bros i keep it real i

Up to no good
They play games that we don't play
But it's all good
The Empire crumbles day by day
I looked in the mirror
And behold I saw God inside

like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call

Why

Da Band

Bad Boys II

2003

Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
Inter-national dopeman, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy

how it gets money haffi mek
No cash in cheques just bands 
Top striker when inter Milan 
Really got these niggas in the palm of my hand 
Burning

know this ain't a game
Gotta handle my business
Gotta stay in my lane
And if you slide the east
It can get a little greasy, interrupting all my plans

I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thing
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame

the Inter Milan striker Luke, I too Kaku
Like se I bin dey wear shackles con dey Shaku-Shaku
Over all the life's troubles that I couldn't tackle
But now I've

Smoked a seven gram Backwood of shadow whisperer
Shit had me fucked up in the crib looking up pictures of dogs with human eyes
I got inter

in your brain
Never fake, yeah we never playing games
David Blaine, when it blow up in your face

I’m Ranch man, with my Ranch band
I’m a terror