Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flight Plan, artist - DJ CriminalAlbum song A Change in Mantra, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Flight Plan |
It’s concrete consequence ‘cause common sense ain’t the norm |
Bleed confidence, avoid obstinance in any form |
I’ve tried to listen and feed off the missions, failed to one |
Cleaned my plate and beckoned the master for seconds in the sun |
We tunin' forks in the road, direction based on a keen ear |
Fives senses in one sentence, there’s nothing to see here |
Sniff out vermin and get ‘em touched but let’s be clear |
We feast, no famine, with a little planning, we all can eat here |
It’s seconds, minutes and hours, are ours to hold |
I try to take time and admire the flowers and their souls |
With seeds planted, we see from the vantage of growth |
Trees stand in the dirt, the knees landing for the advantage of hope |
Heads bow, palm to the clouds is my fighting stance |
Whether in a crowd of thousands or marooned on an island |
Pockets solid, addressing violence so remain silent |
Y’all serving up the innocent with the spine of Pontius Pilate |
I’m a |
Diamond in the rough but never cold to my right hand |
No script, just feed my mind a mic and a mic stand |
Knowledge born from the udder into students flourishing in the pasture |
Under the master’s tutelage with a flight plan |
They crown him summa cum laude, those doubting the best ain’t never seen him |
routed in the flesh |
He’ll bring the cloudy to your steps |
So I come and no need to guess |
We crystal-ballin' with a callin', y’all got caution in your breath |
Cats worship with Lucifer’s bust, don’t know who to trust |
The wrong move could have you not movin' much or oozin' guts |
Don’t gotta be the hardest but of this hardest, we the cream |
Pen floating, slicin' in silence like a samurai swing |
In this land of quicksand, lay heavy on each footstep |
Desperate in the desert, not sure what’s right or who’s left |
Stay thirst-quenchin' to dodge the mirage |
The stop sign of the times, that’s why my mind’s a collage |