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letra de the rise of the mighty flight - flight distance

[verse 1: patience & bender]
yeah, yeah, yo
i manifest dressed for the depths of my caverns of thought
hammered the cross to a [?] like a pandora’s box
focus moves to toast the crew the group that canada’s got
spitting shards of broken cartilage like a cannibal ox
that’s word is bond, the world is enough
at the club don’t say sh-t to me like a girl on the bus
early dawn, and i’m stepping in the am
to get out this playpen of ottawa come back and break bread
you got the thirst and want it pure well you can sip from the bottle
we put it down for connoisseurs and true aficionados
now swallow, ask yourself who leave the speakers overheated
yo i’m scheming on a stephen hawking stroke of g*nius, sn-tch ya’ belt
and tell ya’ clan to take caution when casting spells
or all of you cats are standing a popsicle’s chance in h-ll
after the bell, they’ll say i bet mics till the casket fell
but for now, i’m going straight from k to m so p-ss the l

[bridge: bender, patience, & both]
f-ckers
it’s calkuta, bender and patience, this is flight distance
check the full-length album run for your lives!, coming mid-july
the boom baptist production
alright
yo it goes f for the f-ck of it, l to get lifted
i for the icarus wings, they still gripping
g for the gravity, h for the hype
that’s t for the toss and the d for the dyk-s
eye for an eye, s for the sight
and that’s t for the thirst, a for the appet-te
all the nodding heads get represented with the n
c for the blind that leaves e for the end
fd

[verse 2: patience & bender]
yeah my prime concern, is occupying my time to burn
defining [?] and challenge those who deny my terms
and you can question till you’re numb in the tongue
my mouth’ll only open for letting in smoke engulfing my lungs
hustle my funds in a low life way with a couple of drunk
stuck romantic souls so i, save your muscle and guts
dispersing satanic verses, like salman rushdie
i’m deaf to opposition, patience not even god can judge me
cover your eyes, and run for your lives
we about to catch wreck and you can come for the drive
it’s no riddle set to throw missiles in the 0-nickel, got your fever peaking at a hundred and five
the numbers are up, these stuttering f-cks are all too bland
this production’s bubbling brother we ’bout to erupt and cross this land
now, hundreds are funded by government but when they bust it’s all too sad
now i see some of the other ones hovering wondering what’s upon my pads

[outro: bender]
how it’s done
mighty flight, taking over your city in 2005

- flight distance

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