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Flight Club - Lukah (Ft. DJ Shamrock)
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Flight Club - Lukah (Ft. DJ Shamrock)
"Black"
"Nonfiction"
"Synchronism"

[Verse:]
Peep the ballistics My lyrics are projectile motions
Get the notion this bit rapidly and deading the opponent
Rap exponent told them last year I'll be back in a moment
The mic went on you probably know this, but I'm known for encroachment
Highly favored 'bout time that I see mine enthronement
They won't give it to me I'll take it there will be no atonement
Vigorous opus this piece is like the poison, this lotus
No hocus pocus hearing me the mind'll fly like the locust Technical logic constructing these lines
It's like robotics, aviation, aeronautics, travel heights with the prophets
Semiotics, scribing, symbols forming antibiotics, celestial body types
Gonna need the anti-psychotic unique diagnostics
I'm here to reverse the agnostic aircrafting into the systems
I can teach you the pilot salvation and the catastrophic peace to the chaotic
Dogmatics watch how resurrect the shit that's necrotic Synchronism I'm of the designs of realism
See me with my niggas were skilled in the arts of tribalism, fatalism
What you see when you're thinking of symbolism
Mentalism hover over the destruction of humanism
Lyricism, freedom or psyche roams many dimensions
I'm the software you use when the matrix is glitching
This the light that guides you when you're soul transition
Tactician exit the Stargate this black nonfiction
Rusted can you love removes didn't inserts rare form you love Burning this primula really activates the insula
Lukah's curricula study you'll learn validation
See the assimilation of knowledge and gratification
Blaxploitation brought my dogs to the inauguration
I'm speaking about unification they're strapped in formation
High qualifications needed to have God mutation
Accurate computations ain't no need for modification
Blacks are compromised the truth lies in the children's eyes
I fear their pain and I can hear their cries
Black minds have been demoralized
But soon we fly and we won't be bound by Earth's gravitational pole
We can sit at the tables and feast everyone would be full
Won't fear redesigning will possess every tool
Walk on their lawns heads high demand
Change to the rules
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