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ready
He lastly goes through his preflight checklist
While the thermal starts to pick up strength as the rock warms up
Two elegant and precise steps,

Spazzola

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow 
Commando, style thorough, solo inferno 
It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees 
Heads of underseas down

singin' out, Red Sky
Quicker than a bitch in my Panther
Cruise right past in my Jaguar
Shells gettin' real hot
Scope stay thermal, aiming up red dots, now

Network

The Pharcyde

Plain Rap

2000

lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ
Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm
Keep you up until the end of the term

[Bootie Brown/Frank

To the tune of “You Signed Up For This” by Maisie Peters

[Intro]
True flight is flapping flight and not gliding
Wing movements generate fluid

beats
Put PEEP on repeat when I go hard in the engineering seat
Thinking deep, cause that's how digging deep make niggas not sleep
Circulating

the worm
My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn
Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ
Embalm you with the fluid, make you

and lose it 
Go stupid and might over do it my city got that influence my

Music be foolin threw a little a extra fluid to it
That fire thats burnin the fuel

done threw a fish fry after we sizzled him
Glock turn that nigga to a bitch he gender fluid
Lord knows I ain't got to shoot I'll have my center do it

abroad
Innocence intact
My eyes wide large
Cause literally I roamed like Italy
To find myself, developed empathy
It's thermal in the thermos, way too fluid

around turn into your idol
No Ruben Studdard
Rack in so much butter
Made his bitch stutter

Thermal lens on this ar I see in night too
Shaq in the paint

fluid
Physically it's a stretch to do it
You wake up cold
Wet and wounded playing my music
The strong believe in me
The weak try to weaken me
But they are

got to roll it homie, It keep a nigga going
Counting paper, say it fluid
You know I keep it tune in
Oh since, I been making waves
Typhoon hit the gulf

spawn shall mate and prosper
Engineering global carriers for the elder worm
Mass extinction delivered
Human fluids replaced with regurgitated bile

engineering me
Been here this whole time
On Route 66
They ain't acknowledging us
But we be in they flicks
Eating on these crumbs
While they flipping tickets
You

of femininity
Moving and feeling from a hard space with intention
Birthing a new me, a new me that is open, fluid, and free
I'm here, right time, right place,

and Bae vibin 
Issa baecation
If we keep grinding 
We gone fly private 
cll the whips exotic 
German engineering 
Factory woofers 
In case u hard of hearing

got to roll it homie, It keep a nigga going
Counting paper, say it fluid
You know I keep it tune in
Oh since, I been making waves
Typhoon hit the gulf

over like Total
Paper Denim jeans, BBC thermal
Under Hermès couture, with the blond seams
Gold Gucci frames, lens like green
Trademarked, cover with Gs