Satellite

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

And I guess it's my turn to shine

The bright light I was starin' at turn lime

And the green stuff turned to slime, and grime

Everybody want to be your blood cousin

When you're buzzing

Fine, I give 'em my other line, another rhyme

Word to mother, I'm goosed up

My two fucks in two cups

Another double entendre

She fell in that Bombay

Now she tumble dry lingerie

Chardonnay nothing but the bottle of emotion

But the love potion when it sprays

They just caught up in the days

Let me show you how I feel these Jays

The cheese stays high like Dr. J

My flow is like land the boats, dock the planes

Hand the dope but cop the chains

For more fiends some antidote to stop the pain

Now my stream, floods these streets

They can't stop the reign

All right I need them back

To blast, to blast me out of sight

Like a satellite

Vibe all night

A satellite

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]

I take a day off

Let the trees take some weight off

My mental's just a fact, Bannon's got the instrumental

I keep niggas on their toes

So you got creases in your Forces

My verses they're important, yo your verses they are boring

I am not of this Earth bro

I'm a satellite that's bound to fight

But we're down to light, 'n light the fuck up

Vibe all night

[Verse 3: Kirk Knight]

As I roll the dice

Like my first drink was just the brink of a crooked eye

But don't blame the ice for the I U KEL

Oh God couldn't see past 'em

If his puff pass, notarized

Two dubs I got 40 on my hit list

Just smoking drinks both the broken in-glass like old English

Are you good bro?

Is your eyes dilated from the kush 'n Nuvo?

This new for the life

Like a Nubian with the doobie cold eyes

Better smell the coffee I'mma coughing

That means I'm sick widdit, spit it out

Kill it like airborne diseases

Is this why the rap game is this easy?

Like please eat your vegetables

So I took a dose of the edible

Ain't an overdose

Already a rap monster fucking overload

Hopping up on stepping stones

So we making stepping stones

Turn up that tichrome

We rap game dose

This is Messiah and the eyes are hopeless

Hopin' my divide eyes through the world flex

This shit

Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?

No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps

Don't this shit

To blast, to blast me out of sight like a satellite

Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?

No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps

Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?

[Verse 4: Dessy Hinds]

Surround Sounder

Come and hear the blunt-smoking philosopher

Smoking with a joint to get you open like a chakra

No time for the roster this rap game goes either way

Let him lead the way

And niggas will know who they need to play

Freeing the ways to amplify the idiolect

Saw nothing but shots since the project days

Like I was eyin' the Tec

Kept the eye in the text

Make 'em see my eye in the Lex

Giving my blood sweat and iron injecting selecting the soul

Cause mind body and soul can't be reinstalled

Special with the flow to make Niagara fall

It's over for the systematic rapping robotics

Crashing my logic

These niggas hooked on hooks and Hooked on Phonics

With hooked on phonics the pot could get em hooked on chronic

Cause pain conditions from the page conditions

Racing like Sonic inhaling the tonic

They couldn't grade my brain in a college

Themes behind it rob you for ya mind like thieves is behind it

So we had to squeeze in knowledge

To pile it when the green sees wallet

Anything to let the green seize wallet

Taking forever and a century with sentence speeds

Like a penitentiary to build cell blocks to block your memory

Catch me on the enemy's territory

Telling terrorist story with a terror

The Era ends with a good night story

Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?

No disrespect, ask my man for the pumps

Don't this shit make my people wanna jump?