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raving mad
Thank God he had a different plan on his sketch pad
And thank God for keeping me from being a deadbeat Dad
My comrade
And my launch pad

is my LaunchPad, I'm finna blast off
Devil be capping that boy really mad soft
Praising the Lord, I'm a servant and that's all
Satan a fake
Disguising

runner, launch pad then I blast off
Sticking to the corner then I jump in with the mask off
I'm picking and choosing like I'm fishing in the Bastrop
You

off us regardless
If you corporate the price is right
Might pay your tithes to wage war with
A higher plan as it
Flops my mark was made off the launch

full of radicals, way more than France had
Distributing wealth to all of my comrades
I'm finna take off, get off of my launch pad
Get that bag, get that

ain't write one rhyme
Tryna take my shine
Got some ol' lame nigga on the side
He the launch pad but I'm fly
I'm truth bitch
No lie
Here's the proof bitch

yourself on the launch pad
Oh, you thought you were trying out for doorman
No, you just laid down as a doormat

Didn't you get the text
Probably not
That

Merchant of Metaphors

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

the launch pad, order ATC to fall back
But maintain visual contacts
Switch to radar, innovation navigational star map
I won't need to travel beyond that
My

the run back
Hit his spine if he do live he'll be walkin around with the hunchback
I'm takin off like a launch pad
I can box too hands dumb fast
Cause my

Then it's over to your imagination
But I'm here to tell you that in reality
Our rockets end up in a graveyard in the sea
Our launch pads are on coastal

all right I'll tell you to your face
I'm like an astronaut that's on the launch pad and I'm headed into space

AndI'm burning a short fuse and it

Collecting these bands
Is the motive
Clearing this green
Like a goat is
My throat is a vessel
For prep’n these missiles for launch
On pad you can quote it
Now

All my old bitches hate me, yeah
They still sad (Bitch)

Fortnite, I get fly like a launch pad
(Fly as fuck)
One-twenty on this dash, bet I don't crash

Take a breather, lift off pad launch into ether
Outer space King just lighting that Space Queen up
Or maybe the Sour Diesel make the ride a little

The peoples they're riding
Piggies on backs
The peoples they riding who never bust back
Wake up it's time to launch like a pad
Spreading real love is not just

pullin his cards
I needed sum space
So the pad where I launch
I sleep wit the K
Wrapped in my arms
If I catch a case
Then Im makin bond
I'm fighting wit

got some tricks up my sleeve
And you know that I got a few more in my pocket
Launch from the pad and take off like a rocket
Yes this is serious, take it

That I
Spit flows

And I
Launch an attack
Raw with the pad
Morphin
I'm haunting
The halls of your pad
Hawkin a pack
Then I'm Hawkins
On that
Ball like

Higher than a launch pad, not a dang regret

Did a rocket ride and seen these cowards fled
But then I fell too high, so now I'm dead

Grabbed some coffee

dial, it's on
It's Equis season, the launch
Setting fires to squads from Melbourne

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax sh*t

Pen drips

Press the button
Open the latch pad
You'll never know just how much fun we ever had
A slow burn begins
And the lights in the air
You'll never know

I just got the racks
Got them shooter in back
Made that nigga shit his pants
Now he got a laxative
Watch that nigga get launch back
Watch that nigga

You can't stop me, go and cock me like an M-4
Blast off, C-4, before COVID I was indoors
Masked up my true self, melt you like a Lindor
Rocket launch

the pad
Everybody's mad
Realize
I must apologize
My surprise
They're really awesome guys

Anyway
A lesson learned today
On launch day
Watch from far away