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the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapping
Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
your bra zip
And just let them titties out
And let 'em bounce like this was Paul Revere
I'm 7.0in' on Pitchfork
I'm 10-0in' on this court
This
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
The Zero is a egg
With the capacity of hatching to any fraction imagined in your brain
I'm doing numbers
I'm doing numbers
I'm doing number
My mathematics
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
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heartbreak highlight, stick it on the reel
Sandwiched between a 2-0 win and a drab tuesday night 0-0
Of things I can remember, falling in love is only part
on the border of possible with a knapsack holding the seven wonders
I can't find my way
Head floating in space
Heart beneath the waves
Caught between the grey
I
fill a niggaz ass hot slugs twist
This blood knot hear um all po
Fly flossin in beamers shot caller call off shots at in between his eyes when I hit
'em
a failure to communicate
Information lost in the wave
A transmission sent by mistake
And it's too little too late
7
Take A Chance On Me 04:16
8
Dark Horse
you have go so fast and go so far
CHORUS
Do you still think about me
and wonder bout that space between us
Did it Put the brakes on what coulda been,
raise
Now it’s seven eight zero six tall
Keep on hearing trash talk
Fuck boy wanna ball
But the ball aint in your court
Got a mother fucker
Thinking he
hearts to mend
We're only in the 7th grade, we only think 'bout getting' laid
Split a six pack between the three of us
Get tore back and ride the mini-bus
We are go for liftoff in T minus thirty
Roger that Houston, all systems five by five
Ready for liftoff?
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six...
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
Let the edges of your being be loosened this hour, by they who hold the keys and hurl the chains away. To see the spaces in between the interweavings
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The planet Earth is dying
Stand by for twenty seconds
Roger
Welcome to manned space exploration
Roger
lanez, switch lanez
And she got me week like seven days, ohh yeah
Last night she told me you changed
You changed
Gotta feel how you feel when I'm sipping
Sixty-seven thousand miles an hour we move thru space
Two-twelve seems to follow me around
Old number seven is the friend who'll eventually let you
doubt
[redman] aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
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