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Verse 1: no return no return... theres no return no return.. yo scientists gather in a secret place to debate, they photographed the earth from space, and saw my face. they tried to translate the innate adriatic shape before the final earthquakes came but it was too late only 1/8 of the human race escaped to space they were chased by flyin phenomena to the lunar base. flotillas and space centers lasers probe the entrance dna code sensors reject old genetics i was sent in by cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics i was injected with sodium pentathol and questioned, i relayed the message the way i was trained to remember it i showed em the keypad code and told them to enter it i told them which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive snatched it outta my hand and started a pressin it. i told them detonation was definite if he kept it and he never quit he just lost his temper and flipped. i bowed my head like 'i guess this is it', my ears popped, the music stopped, and i couldn't hear shit. (indistinct Chorus) Verse 2: They dropped my junk around to the front and opened the door he said his name was Muhammed Jamaal and he be wit me till fall he said the escort service had called, and the package will be waitin for me at the window I said "thanks" he grabbed my bags fast and put em in the trunk then he ran around to the front slammed it and get it pulled off slow, winded down his window asked me if I minded if he smoke i said 'no' he drove off, cut my cell phone off, then i swallowed the tablet of Zoloft went to sleep and woke up feeling kinda lost I asked him what the weather's been like lately, he said he doesn't mind the heat and hates the AC said he had a son who was 18 and made beats and I happened to be his favorite Emcee I said 'for real? that's crazy. I'll meet him later, yo Jamaal could you please do me a favor, when we get to the corner stop at the bodega.' Hopped out Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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