10..9..8 Ignition sequence start, on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, commence
(chorus)(2x) I'm high up in the air, I'm the turbulence But when it comes to work, I'm serving it
(Esham) Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, figures Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets my finger on the trigger, of a AK, One shot to yo dome, I'll make whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the up in her She was on it hard, and feeling the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she I was hurtin it She told me not to cum, right before I was it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my in it I make the bed rock, but my name a Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a whoadie
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Reel my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' Wit' that I'm doin' I was raised up in the And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the Flying on my magic carpet a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on well deserving it Comin through down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the of Saddam When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and Bitch, you recognize, the boss of the mob soaking all my game up, like Spongebob I dance, I boogie, it's true I cut the off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
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May-day, May-Day, the coke out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the I wish it was a Monday, but it was a Sunday I was high up in the air, and feeling the out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit Flying through the air, with the of ease Things fall to they knees, snitches the police We be high up in the air, and the turbulence on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just like the hood, the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just murk you bitch!
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