Ascension

Lyrics

You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova
 Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what's the hold up?
 Heard the world is ending soon I assumed that they told ya
 They tryna dinosaur us
 So now it's time to go up
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The roof is on fire
 She wet like Barbra Streisand
 Police everywhere
 It's like a nigga killed a white man
 I just wanna find a baby mama 'fore the night end
 So don't be coming 'round Vince
 On that batter ram shit
 On that 911 shit
 Need a misses brown as Missy
 I can have some fun with
 Them slave bones make Grace Jones
 Don't stop, bitch, stay focused
 They hated on us since days of Moses
 Let my people go crazy
 Them stars falling, don't chase 'em
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 Attack on Iraq
 It's on a line
 Typing it fast
 Then it's slipping my mind
 Oh, when I'm drunk
 I'm spirited back
 I fall in a fire then I save myself
 Then I get advantage
 'Cause the feeling's so raw
 In these times of sedition
 Well, nothing is dull
 And I'm moving into stillness
 And recalling it all
 And I'm a lover, just a lover, just a lover, just a lover, just a
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 All these liberated women sitting in my lap
 I'm finna catch a body like I got a gun and badge
 I'm finna turn Obama to my patna 'fore he dash
 Pull up to his pad, wipe my ass with the flag
 I'm just playing, baby, this the land of the free
 Where you can get a Glock and a gram for the cheap
 Where you can live your dreams long as you don't look like me
 Be a puppet on a string, hanging from a fucking tree (aghh)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby
 Drop that ass 'fore it crash (higher)
 The sky's falling, baby, falling baby, falling (higher)

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Duration
04:10
Tempo
115 BPM

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