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Fly Thoughts Songtext
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Fly Thoughts Songtext

Hands high, I′m fly, you on stand-by
Lyin' rappers, you a firecracker, I′m a landmine
Grafitti thoughts, vandalise 'til the cans dry
The boss! I'm the man of ya plans, I ran by

Stand stiller, shock!, [?]
No manzilla, in a villa with grand pillars
Playin′ J Dilla out in the sands of Anguila

I′m like a vandriller, quiz!, ghostwriting
Rappers scared when they see me like a ghost sighting
Macbook Air, dim room, low lighting
Like watching Mayweather from the first row fighting

Nah, it's no hiding, I hunt you down
From my flow, you sunken drown
[?] and it′s touching ground
Fly thoughts pullin' to the [?]

I′m talkin' fly shit only

What they talkin′ I don't care for
Fresh outfit, I'm at the airport
Passport got too many stamps on


I′m talkin′ fly shit only

Places where you've never been
I′m a regular, is this my regiment?
So high, you would think I'm heaven sent
Man, I′m talkin' fly shit only

These guys made ya, you kinde like a sky pager
Nigga you twenty years behind, whatever God gave ya
I take off and what I break off, the crowd′s favourite
My cruisin' altitude is greater than you clowns' wages

It′s Miles Davis in the cockpit, my style′s greatest
It's Mickey Howard in the tower, man, it′s outragous
Fallin' heavy from the sky, we ground breakers
Freakin′ flyers we admire, we the sound takers

These boys real and we [?]
Been this class, get this cash and collect the cheques
These fly thoughts mean that y'all
Above the clouds like Gang Starr and Inspectah Deck, yeah


Y′all must not, hear me though
LIVE from the city like here we go
Cause that dude [?]
Flyin' out the Monaco's, the same in the video

Whow! Shit, I′m talkin′ way too true
Sweat these flows, feelin' like I′m no cool
It got me talkin' fly shit only

Started the jet, easy for me
For you it′s probably harder to get
I've been fly since you bought a cassette
And that′s true as the sky's blue and yep, true is water is wet!

Let's go! Party in the tower
Stripper pole, we gettin′ naughty on the hour
Disco ball, a DJ, the whole night
Mile High Club, we turked up the whole time

That′s what we all decided
Flight attendents, pilots, yeah they all excited
You got a layover, come up, yup you all invited
Delta jet, Blue, American, we all united!

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