I Hate Flying

[Verse 1: Esoteric] You want me to relax on a plane Man, that's practically insane Every time I fly up convinced we're goin' down in flames See, I passed the security and dealt with all the rubbish And taking my belt and kicks off and paying 80 bucks for luggage I got my carry on, I'm ready to fly Like a bird, get my larry on, I'm steppin' inside People always in the way they gotta move to the left There's the Captain with the booze in his breath I greet the stewardess next Who's kinda hot but she isn't my style Just my luck I have a seat between a window and [?] Stuck between 2 people I'm a prisoner now [?] ritalin, shit is wildin' The woman next to me is Betty Perfume, heavy southern accent, mixed ?race? The dude on my left, death breath I suppose A redneck named Ed if I'm judging by his clothes and yo You think I like that, cuz I don't pay attention to the flight attendant when she demonstrate the life west Or the oxygen mask, cuz if we're gonna crash We all dyin' and that's why I hate flyin' [Chorus: Sample: Jay-Z: Ignorant Shit] I can touch down and take off the same night Only thing changed the tail number on the flight *Scratched* [Verse 2: Esoteric] I guess we're getting in a midnight show [?] A 9 hour flight with 1 in-flight movie It's some chick flick, Sisterhood, traveling [?] shit I can't sit still, can't go to bed, can't grab my headphones They're in the overhead, unless I climb over Ed Yo I think I'll wait for a soda instead Yeah I'll have a Pepsi, the whole can, not a cup of ice Man I'm feeling like I suck at life And when the turbulence kicks in, my nervous system Makes every little sound sound sickening Sometimes I feel planes are the worst invention Birds and engines don't mix, shit mechanics don't fix Betty's sleepin' and I'm frozen like a mannequin I take a look around the cabin and nobody's panickin' That's good but weather was safe, can usually be told by the look on the flight attendants face That's when I hear a crazy sound as she hits the ground The redneck looks at me and says: "I think we're goin' down" And now there's women screamin', babies cryin' I'm afraid of dyin' I hate flyin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Esoteric] I think Ed is right, shit, we're goin' down I hope the landing gear is intact I prepare for impact I feel my limbs crack, put my head to my knees Got my ears covered up, what the fuck is goin' on I'm holdin' on We're supposed to sail right across Not go out like the Oceanic flight from Lost Yeah we dive through clouds [?] sweat dive through my eyebrows I'm thinkin': "Why now?" My whole body tenses up, fist clenches up [?] where will I be endin' up My seats buckled, head's buried, eyes shut The Captain comes on but everyone's like: "What?" Cuz you can't understand, never can And I think we passed the point of looking for a place to land This is certain death, I won't even need a coffin I won't bleed a drop and Somebody better tell St. Peter I'll be knockin' Can't believe this is it, the only option We gonna blow up, incinerate, and no one's watchin' Altitude droppin' There's no stoppin' this plane My ears poppin', its insane My fear I can't conceal it, sad I won't feel it I'm thinkin' of my wife, my son, my dog, my life No no no, ?nobody's talkin'? this is it, I'm gonna dieeeee! Welcome to Boston We made it! I can't believe it! We made it! Ed! Eddie! I bet they lost my fuckin' bags tho