Turbulence

Esham

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    10..9..8
    Ignition sequence start, engines on
    5..4..3..2..1
    All engines running, launch commence

    [chorus 2x]
    I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence
    But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it

    [Esham]
    Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
    Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
    Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK,
    Deliver
    One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver
    Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December
    Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her
    She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence
    I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it
    She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it
    I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
    I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely
    Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie

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    [chorus 2x]

    Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin'
    Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
    I was raised up in the ruins
    And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence
    Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch
    Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it
    Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit
    Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam
    When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs
    Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
    Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob
    Squarepants
    I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
    I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you

    [chorus 2x]

    May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway
    If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay
    I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway
    I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday
    I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence
    Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit
    Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease
    Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police
    We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence
    Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit
    Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it
    Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch!

    [chorus 2x]

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    Composición: Esham A. Smith

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