Takeoff

In front of the mic, behind the limelight A star so bright shines refined advancement Dance with the last man on the face of the earth Who did the electric sl-i-i-ide over the verse Hands held high, connect the antennas Do or die when we fly, face the grimace Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast Eddie Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em Put the Blowed on 'em, roll on 'em Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, over me Outwardly, inwardly, openly, awkwardly Happily, dastardly, tragedy and casualty Same story same flight Where they put yo' body same strip same spite, same endin Same car, same endin, same tension brewin Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin? You done enough it's not enough, act two I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to crack you Nonchalant, idiots about no comp Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies Kick the box, light these M-80's Ladies grab your babies, run for safety I don't think it may be a, good idea to stand here You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to land here Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring mayhem Hold up, god damn, it's just a party Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly Obviously, oblivious, frontin snobby Heat to the Mojave, heat to the robbery Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother probably Taxpayers killer the mayor, and the senator Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields Smoke inhalation, no ventilation No fire station, no assimilation Minus the heroes and plaques memorial sites Become burial sites, from high aerial flights Hover over David Blaine, I'm here to save the game Fifty-two pick-up witcha brain Alone lies the man on the track Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards Fallin face flat, still spittin at you Still gettin at you, they're all laughin at you My greatest gift of all was the ability to fall Get back up and fall, get back up and fall Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and brawl And make 'em lick the balls Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit Rock shit, roll shit, control shit Hold shit down 'til we slow on some old shit I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm about Run the route, bring water to the drought When all else fails on the trails of love Hate becomes judged, happiness won't budge Wickedness does just as wickedness does And I'm just gettin above, I'm sayin it just because I can Just because I am a man With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks embedded But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it The evil in your heart is, misery's home Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse I defuse the bomb but just for a moment And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst opponent The first ones on it, the last to leave All my, trash is treasure, that's how it's perceived At the end of my spin when the heights achieved I'mma leave with a bang like how I was conceived There's thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve BUT NO!!! FUCK THAT!! {*"No" repeats, echoes, distorts, and fades*}