Airborne

Yeah
Taking off, I've been airborne
All these little things resurrected
I'm interceptin' the bad thoughts
Though I could bear more
Now all of them rhyme, so did you get the message?
Break through the sticks and stems with no sense
I'm unconscious
Journey to the top, I'm in
I'm down on my options
Pickin' them apart so we never go back again
I'll bring that to the track when I verbalize
All my synthesizers
I'll put a seed in the God damn soil
Unfertilized, but when I grip the mic
I'm like a titan and we 'bout to clash
Play the beat and I'll be off of my ass
I'll break fast like it's motherfuckin' crunch time in the A M
Put it all up on her page
Let it rain, amen

I got a four-man crew and we headed for the top
With the gun full of hope
And we'll win it for the
The play never stops, bro
I never heard a whistle
You talking 'bout guns, but I'm talking 'bout missiles
Light a bomb on the track
I'm the best, it's official
Set fire, make it rain
Watch as you sizzle
Cash will flow like a storm
Not a drizzle
Makin' music, dropping hits
Like T Swizzle
The game is a target and I hold the fucking
We gon' elevate (yeah)
Make it to top then celebrate
Yeah, we meditate
Blocking all the hate
Get it straight
We got a path, we gon' make it and we know it (yeah)
'Cause the gun full of hope is really loaded (uh)
I'ma pull the trigger, motherfuckin' blow it (yeah)
I'ma pull the trigger, motherfuckin' blow it

I know it ain't a long shot (yeah)
Lit like with the bomb squad (yeah)
Cabbage on my mind so I gotta go get it
Chap' 9 up above, negative
Never ever let it get to me
It was meant to be
Recipe
We release the heat, little empathy
For the fix, kill 'em off, let 'em rest in peace

Liftoff, we have a liftoff
Thirty-two minutes past the hour
Liftoff on Apollo
Nine