Final Frontier (Remix) RJD2 (Ft. Aesop Rock, Blueprint, Murs & Vast Aire)
"Final Frontier (Remix)" by RJD2 (feat. Aesop Rock, Blueprint, Murs, and Vast Aire) is a #HipHop track from 2007. The lyrics explore themes of perseverance, self-discovery, and the struggles of the artist's journey. Unique musical elements include intricate beats and samples. The collaboration showcases diverse lyrical styles, impacting underground hip-hop culture.
[Intro: Blueprint]
Alright..
Yo! From the top!
Alright, okay
This is how we talk shit for 8 bars at the beginning
My team always winning
In the front row, grinning
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
We breathe adrenaline and exhale acid rain
Play with broken glass, shake off the pain
We roll on you fast, take off your gold chain
We take, all the cash, we take, all the blame
We move, all the merch, CDs, and shirts
For you, this is a game, but for me this is work
I clock in
Soon as I step on the stage
I get paid when my record is played
The 'Final Frontier'
Is when you master the stereo mix and twing
Snares and kicks like hands and fists
So when you know, let the next man diss
But act like you don't care one bit (ha!)
See 'em around, give 'em a pound
And when his hand extend, you crack a smile
And punch him dead in his shit, see, ha
Soul Position in, sole possession of, pole position
Hold your breath and listen
Alright..
Yo! From the top!
Alright, okay
This is how we talk shit for 8 bars at the beginning
My team always winning
In the front row, grinning
[Verse 1: Blueprint]
We breathe adrenaline and exhale acid rain
Play with broken glass, shake off the pain
We roll on you fast, take off your gold chain
We take, all the cash, we take, all the blame
We move, all the merch, CDs, and shirts
For you, this is a game, but for me this is work
I clock in
Soon as I step on the stage
I get paid when my record is played
The 'Final Frontier'
Is when you master the stereo mix and twing
Snares and kicks like hands and fists
So when you know, let the next man diss
But act like you don't care one bit (ha!)
See 'em around, give 'em a pound
And when his hand extend, you crack a smile
And punch him dead in his shit, see, ha
Soul Position in, sole possession of, pole position
Hold your breath and listen
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