The numeric transmission five triple-zero was received repeatedly. Without interruption for eight full days. It stopped suddenly on the ninth. And that's when the destruction began Blast off
We live for the music. We die for our music. We are all searching for that one moment. When the music captures our soul. Blast off. We live for the music. We die for our music. We are all searching
Blast off. Up to the stars we go. And leave behind. Everything I used to know. Somebody's giving me. A whole lot of money to do. What I think I want to. So why. Am I still feeling blue?. Oh
the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie). It's got to be, your man HiTek and Kweli. Who make you rock your body (body). Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots. Like the blast from
. Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written. Hook. Them boys want they music on blast. Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass. Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even
