Lyrics:
Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by"
There's no reply
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling,
my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
blood
The fussing and fighting
The tribal war, racial war
Cause blood, blood
Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first
Unrehearsed raw footage
might get some sleep tonight
I got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night
The first one's named sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight
And the pens have been lifted and the pages have dried
And a big smoke screen wrote my name in the sky
Politickin with the angels knowin they would reply
Got
try to fuck with Ren
I'll put two in your ass and you'll be shitting a size ten
First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get
and whassup my niggaz?
Just let me drop this bomb and we can start to steady slobbin'
[Chorus]
"Have you ever seen such a sight in your life.."
Steady
with the terrible stables
Signed to Rawkus
I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious
Callin' all bomb threats
Radio re-activated, caress
Under
And just left the field
Anyway many years later
I brought the woman who was to become my second wife
God bless her
To meet my father for the first time
guys too
At the Melrose Avenue Cinema Two
The Melrose Avenue Cinema Two
Well, the years went by and the price went up
From a couple of quarters
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
I'm like a bomb and my turbo is the detonator
The crown chief of the poetry industry
Vocabulary that to others is a fantasy
highly respected by
my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my
Her, her, me, man I just can't get enough
All up in my tub, steady poppin bub
Who is she to you when she reply first cuz
Man I can tell they so
first on Broadway.
With dark and yellow gold,
I was 11 years old.
The inspiration was spread out like a blanket, ask em'.
My discovery was beyond
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon n****)
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood
I really can't remember
The bombs been detonated
I'm just waitin' for an explosion, I was just waitin' on 2nd and it was time for me to close in on 3rd
With blurred vision
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
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