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letra de flight school - tiny-t

[verse 1]
up on a mountain eating blueberries fresh off the bush real sunny as i look over the hudson
in new orleans in a middle eastern restaurant i met a jazz legend had an interesting discussion
but down in westmoreland, on a farm picking fresh herbs i took em’ down to 7 mile beach and crushed em
then i took a walk on the sand a man pulled me to the side and asked if i was usher you could see my l-ster
i don’t eat meat, but at shea stadium or citi field or whatever i’ll get a hot dog with some mustard
although, i did try goat over in portugal with some crushed black pepper came from calcutta
what you gon’ do when your malpractice malfunctions
maledictions don’t work on me your out of luck kid
once again i’m downtown with the brooks tucked in
shirt from the 1820s, pants from the last supper
i’m having supper with your mother
with some wine in my glass that was made in northeast italy last summer
i’m on heat like jimmy butler
she tossed me a hummer in the jeep compass
one hand on the wheel one on her rump it’s crazy how she do it like it’s freddie hubbard’s trumpet
it might be
i’m just happy i got a photograph with spike lee
and it’s in manhattan too
i was buying shoes
he said get the spizikes
i got some foamposites
they ain’t that comfortable
that’s the last time i ever defy spike
-paid in full- like mekhi phif’
crazy like the king of new york
bumping jay in the lexus riding down 54th
i see saturn in the sky it’s uncommon in the city
patterns in my mind bring em’ to life on a midi

(take em’ uptown t, take em’ uptown)

[verse 2]
i’m with your girl at the chatsworth
344, like ted williams as a batter
on the bus he gave up a seat to the woman i’m named after
not a lane switcher i’m a lane sn-tcher
i put my fingers to the sky and it rains after
you boys sound funny like lil wayne laughter
caught slipping by the invasion of the chain sn-tchers
you play a new role but you’re the same actor
she took off my robe and threw it in the compactor (she got rid of it)
i’m on fire like a bad rapper
and speaking of the heat they lost to the raptors
107 – 103
she with woody like suni previn, but i’m t
i wore a hoodie with suit pants to the bar mitzvah
even the rabbi, a holy man, said it was g
riding in the same bentley that sean connery drove in, in -never say never again-
in the same exact tie that clark gable was wearing in -gone with the wind-

[verse 3]
you could name pitchers i could pitch faster
the same jokes just with different laughter
i sing folk and i play a little jazz
when i’m in the fur coat got me lookin like taz
after, i head out i think i might of had a drink
something with jalapeño from mexico i think
nah it was definitely that
you don’t understand the lexicon i’m flexing with i readily snap
yeah the words are funky
but when they hear you rap they treat you like a circus monkey
not that i’m better than that but
paul frank up on my sweater and hat uh’
like frank paul i’m ill-strating for amazing stories
that make you say “what” mad times like you n.o.r.e
i’m having good times and bad times like robert plant
but it’s ok it spurs money like robert horry
i walk at night stars the allure me
park the x5 i’m exploring
archaeologists couldn’t even dig up the gems that i’m assuring
trigonometry can’t explain these angles
tinyt the eternal flame like the bangles
the song should probably have a reference counter
booming voice only a reverend’s louder
bugging like i took 7 powders
but i’m only off the ginger root and jasmine flower
bout’ to take em to the night school yeah the pleasures ours
the pleasure ours
catch a flight to russian reservoirs
in the music shop i’m touching all guitars
then i hit balthazar
i got the chocolate crossiant
eat it while i bump some allen toussiant
you make me laugh
turn me into jimmy fallon i’m gone
it’s like i keep spiting till’ the beat fades out of the park
i’m out of the world i’m close to the stars
the beat is roasted and charred

- tiny t

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