(verse 1)
I sin with permission now. Which means I grin while I'm gettin' down. If you're interested in what I'm spitting out of my mouth, then listen even further to this lyrical murder of this "OBSCENE" and "OBSURD" track. I know you niggas in the past heard that. You hear them claps? They're so crisp and clean. Like your hands being put together when you wanna hit the scene of church. In the scene, you find it interesting to be an interested teen. Only interested in things that'll lead to your detriment. Like overdosing on medicine. Gotta go into the cabinet, grab some shit, and overdose. And tell your parents it was an accident. But you know what you meant by it. Escape life. You want an escape right? This is that *break* type shit.
(hook)
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
It'll take to long to reach me,
Because I'll be getting down!
(veres 2)
I black out like newspapers. You gotta read it. Which puts the red (read) in. Now put your head in. Directly is the newspaper headline. Like "It's about bedtime". So all you other MCs take a nap or two, and I'ma rap in the booth with an attitude. Being the nastiest dude who could rap with views. Mad views. Without even having a tattoo or a chain on my neck. Getting brain and respect from them dames who be reckless. Check it. If you don't like it, then you got to exit. This is my cypher, and I'm on fire. Rowdy Roddy Piper. Elbowing niggas. Or is that Macho Man? Stop it, man... Every time I got to run, I ran. Like Iraq. When I drop them bombs. Now... my hands go...
(hook)
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
It'll take to long to reach me,
Because I'll be getting down!
(verse 3)
Oh, my bad. Did I piss you off? It's liftoff. Gotta kiss you off. I get off when I get on a track. I rip on a track. "I rip and I rhyme!", but figure the fact. I'm not Dylan. I just got these high school girls in nylons, trying to be on my song. "Wanna ride the 24-inch python!" I'm that guy, mom! Hi, mom! And... I bomb. CharlesHamilton.com, eventually. Either way, I was meant to be seen. An interesting teen. Like what I referenced. So I guess me and you are best friends. Mr. Recklessness-in-the-building. I stay wrecking shit with a feeling. No prerequisite. I'm appealing. No accident either. This just a fever.
(hook)
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
When it's time for liftoff,
Please be sitting down.
It'll take to long to reach me,
Because I'll be getting down!
(outro)
Liftoff, lift off.
Lift-off.
GO!
Liftoff, lift off.
Lift-off.
GO!
Liftoff, lift off.
Lift-off.
GO!
5...
4...
3...
2..
1.
GO!
#captivating
#remarkable
