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Martian Lyrics - Artist : Takeoff
T-minus ninety seconds and counting. Sound supression water system now being armed for release. We have three main engines ready for ignition. Space shuttle now on internal power. Liquid oxygen and liquid hydrogen fill and draining valves are closed. Saw the rocket booster flight data recorders are activated. Thirty seconds into the flight, Atlanta's almost two miles in altitude, almost six miles downrange from the Kennedy Space Center already, traveling five hundred miles an hour. One minute thirty seconds into the flight, fifteen miles downrange, traveling almost two thousands miles an hour. Three good auxiliary power units, three good fuel cells, three good main engines. Ten seconds away from summit-rocket booster separation. Nine, eight, seven, six, five-three, two, one, zero
DJ Durel

I'm bout to make a deposit (Deposit)
Ridin' 'round smokin' biscotti ('Scotti)
And I got ten different watches (Ice)
Which one I'm gon' wear? I got options (Options)
My diamonds fightin', they boxin' (Heavyweight)
Smokin' on cookie in the cockpit (Cookie)
My bitch is brown like Foxy (Bad)
At the show, they doin' moshpits (Ayy)
Thirty-four, Charles Barkley (Thirty-four)
Auto-start it then park it (Park it)
Remember the show at the Barclays (Uh)
No stand up, call me Steve Harvey (No)
Walk with the fire like a sergeant (Pew pew)
Play with the fire like an arson (Brrt)
I heard your music, it's garbage (Try again)
Takeoff, I'm outta here, Marvin (Outta here)

I'm on, he on, we on, she on (We on)
Whippin' the pot and I'm breakin' the wrist (Break)
Two-tone the Patek, I two-tone the Cuban
I two-tone the whip with a two-tone bitch (Two-tone)
Shootin' that static, not likin' my nigga (Brrt)
They havin' you flexin'', but can't pay your rent (Damn)
President Rollie and president tints (President)
Kennedy, they ain't on my element
Try to sue me, I bet I win the settlement (Win)
Can't do no dirt with these niggas, gon' tell on me (Dirt)
Big body look like an elephant (Big body)
Wrap up that work and I don't got a L on me (License)
They don't know that it's a bale on me (Work)
So we gon' keep that shit quietly (Shh)
Tell 'em pick your poison wisely (Wise)
All kind of flavors and different sizes, uh (Gas)
Yeah, nigga, that's a hundred, not enough (Uh-uh)
I put a mill' in the truck and they thinkin' my engine was still in the front (An M

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