Turbulence Lyrics - Esham

10.9.8 

Ignition sequence start, engines on 

5.4.3.2.1 

All engines running, launch commence 

(chorus)(2x) 

I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence 

But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it 

(Esham) 

Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures 

Only f**k with the work, just to make my pockets bigger 

Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK, 

Deliver 

One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver 

Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December 

Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her 

She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence 

I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it 

She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it 

I f**kin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it 

I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely 

Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie 

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(chorus)(2x) 

Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint f**kin' 

Wit' nothing that I'm doin' 

I was raised up in the ruins 

And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence 

Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch 

Droppin' bombs on mothaf**kers well deserving it 

Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit 

Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam 

When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs 

Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob 

Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob 

Squarepants 

I don't dance, I boogie, it's true 

I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you 

(chorus 2x) 

Photos 

May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway 

If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay 

I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway 

I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday 

I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence 

Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit 

Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease 

Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police 

We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence 

Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit 

Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it 

Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch! 

(chorus 2x)