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flight distance - hospital beds (golden bedpan remix) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: -samples-]
“get with it, ’cause we just did it
created a song with no bullsh-t in it”
“i’m the [?], emcee on the takeoff”
“designing the rap, engineering the verse”
“we got rhymes galore”
“that’s my jam”

[verse 1: patience, (bender) & -samples-]
yo, way before the days of the tales of the crate
one dj held it down at the scene impaled at the stake
“calkuta” and you could say it was great
still some cats couldn’t be dope if it was nailed to their face
so this is hip hop 101 to the average newjack
we’re ripping the fricative flipping indifference giving ’em actual facts and proof that
“[?]” ottawa’s fresh
my mind’s preoccupied with every single possible stress
and you’re basic despite your nautica vest
while we and ‘kuta transcend beyond dow’s nominal depths
“yessir” and so we’re rocking the sets
and now my crew’s f-cking harder than some hospital beds
“patience” just living gaining weight
government city-leading ready for every layman’s fate
“chilling, chilling” (you know, taking a break)
you can blow me i fell off, my last release was lowercase

[chorus: -samples-]
“i’m the [?], emcee on the takeoff”
“designing the rap, engineering the verse”
“we got rhymes galore”
“that’s my jam”
“i’m the [?], emcee on the takeoff”
“designing the rap, engineering the verse”
“we got rhymes galore”
“bender”

[verse 2: bender, (patience) & -samples-]
i’m hunting b-ss and drums awaiting dusty crates, for the cut and paste
so i stay digging for my lucky breaks, it’s love and hate
and i got p-ssion for these hunger pains
that fluctuate in spasms till i tap into the mother vein
try to reconstruct my name
been long faded off a rusty brace been brushed but they had often bucked the paint before it had touched the day
“uh, ha” when cal’s cutting
it’s perpetual motion when most selectors’ wrists would malfunction
“oh no” bring the roof down, hotbox in your igloos
got bombs launched at ya’ clique we can all [?] in a [?]
got ‘kuta slicing like vishnu holding ginsus
that’s why these heads are scared to check his tape out like it’s ringu
ya’ flow stands no chance so don’t stand close to me
’cause both hands are programmed for chokeslam poetry
(yeah, so watch where your f-cking ink is dripping)
it’s mighty flight, coming with some b-tterfingered physics

- flight distance

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