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Turbulence lyrics

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        Verse One:

    Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down,
    Mama told me you's the giant
    Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone
    throne
    So defiant, they stole the science from the o.g.
    carbon copies,sloppy,trying
    To muscle out the o.d. slapshot,can't get it past the
    goalie mask
    Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off, henn, gin rummy
    stunts, cummin in sums, writing on ya tummy hun
    Low stamina, still hungry some, asthma,
    clogged up, Ramus smog, dialogue, dorm plasma, road
    hog it all, hammers
    No matter what, the track's right and exact,it
    matters,the scanners listen
    System jammer, right on ya rack, black panther on a
    mission
    Right back at you,ready to cook this shit!
    Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone
    statues(planes crashin!)

    Verse Two:

    Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to
    gain, chained to the bumper.
    Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe
    eruption, it's a gusher!
    Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born
    criminals foul within the isle
    Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat
    through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals.
    The track more lethal, came back to see you
    Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the
    lava,the helicopter hit you, flyin saucers, of
    course,may the force not be with you
    These bengals that dangle, sinister phantom menace,
    hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my
    spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed
    fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance,
    now gimme love
    (more planes,and pilots panicing.)

    Verse Three:

    Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill
    him some more with some
    old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the
    bomb blow, on the whole
    a ruthless, butter roll flow. Show improvement? This
    shit is cool whip to me,
    when i throw off the wool. This music with a mule
    kick, eight ball in the side
    pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick,
    smoked the dipped,
    notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my
    hands, fans, read the blueprints,
    the truth, the slang you bit? To form in a sentence,
    the cold winters I spent with
    splinters, the apprentice under Rza's training, he
    sang, each aim's vintage,
    aimin at you swine eater, wifebeater scoundrels,
    stolen vowel theives, i'm swollen
    now, Collen Powel relief, throw the towel in, tools
    in, full spin, school em again,
    show em that the wise could rejuvinize all these
    hoodlums,don't sleep he could win.
    Pull a pen, it's full again,celeb, all on the web on a
    conquest, no disturbance,
    address it to ya chest, you're in turbulance,mighty
    men vitamin d. Rest in peace
     
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