The HoopDream (feat. Miss Simone & Fresco Daily)

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The Fast On-orbit Rapid Recording of Transient Events (FORTE, occasionally stylized as FORTÉ; COSPAR 1997-047A, SATCAT 24920) is a lightweight satellite which was launched at about 8:30 AM on August 29, 1997 into a circular 800-kilometer (500 mi) low Earth orbit which is inclined 70 degrees relative to the Earth's equator, using a Pegasus XL rocket. It was developed and launched by the Los Alamos National Laboratory in cooperation with Sandia National Laboratory, as a testbed for technologies applicable to U.S. nuclear detonation detection systems used to monitor compliance with arms control treaties, and later to study lightning from space. The project was sponsored by the United States Department of Energy, and cost about US$35 million. It utilizes optical … more »

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Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you
Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you
Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you
Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you

Maybe it's just food for thought
Maybe it's just food for thought
Tell me you don't want no more then I won't come save you at all
Maybe it's just food for thought
Maybe it's just food for thought
And I'm feeling more and it's 3am outside your door
I been dribbling since I was sixteen
Now I'm in the back of my room writing sixteens
Wondering why the coach let me off the team
Dreads hung so low they probably thought I was a fucking fiend

But I'm clean from in and out
Delivering food for thought faster than in n out
So I dropped the ball on them
Three point five seconds and I crossed on them
Dishing out the assist might be the cost of him
Trying to make a dream
Giving hope to the souls that I never seen
Got to make them believe
Little did you know there's more to the naked eye could ever see
Touch and believe

Or be blind to the fact
That my rhymes are severe than a heart attack
Strokes from the pen like an autograph
Calligraphy officially drawn out the pad
Building my blocks like an architect
A diamond in a rough no artifact
One of the finest jewel out of the batch
There's no pressure that can crush this gem into ash
Don't gasp when I start busting moves like Mick Jagg
Or whipping in a Jag
A nigga in a coupe
Can you ever imagine that?

Top down driving slower than Kanye West
I rap for my niggas from the east to the west
Rep your sets
The ones talked down upon more or less
There's no shame in my game when you want to be the best
I'm a keep the rock in my possession like I'm Steph
But my homie keep the glock that will put you into a cardiac arrest

Take your bets what you rather gamble on?
So many shots from these niggas songs
By the time they go ahead release it airball
Shit I get down with the cause
If that's your way of getting bread up I applaud
Labels making money while your pockets looking hungry, now starving for the your next mil waiting to get on
Here's a layup for you rap niggas
I give you game just in time to last the winter
Pay your dues when you get paid like a tax offender
So I can keep serving you this crack like young Jigga
Nigga
Yea
Aye yo take these niggas home man

Maybe it's just food for thought
Maybe it's just food for thought
Tell me you don't want no more then I won't come save you at all
Maybe it's just food for thought
Maybe it's just food for thought
And I'm feeling more and it's 3am outside your door

I been down for the count more than Chris Paul
but this law you know what you in for
Tell them like where's Waldo you can get lost
But what I pitch dog I ball no tip off
Never sell myself short that's a rip off
Shine like lip gloss
Grind no trick off

Sand lot I don't kid around I'm a big dog
They puzzled when I rhyme giving me Jigsaw
I want all the smoke I'm buying menthols
I come around been around like your in laws
I'm going up when I rock it like it's lift off
Hungry so long on my shoulder ate the chip off

Well ain't this a miracle
The way things are contracted man I wouldn't deal with you
Of course like Fortnite that's what I'm building to
I got ghost make sure that it's really you
Play close find somebody that can really shoot
A different pace or my buddy probably Hield me too
I'm a take it to the roots like the Philly group
If you don't feel me I guess you ain't a real masseuse

My boy it's a different view
Head banging like metal music they can feel it too
Tryna get lifted but I ain't spiritual
Jet by like a test drive I got a gear or two
About to get spooky doors slam shut
I keep it cool but that's really what the fans want
I'm almost to my goal put your hands up
I get pushed guess what I got the and one
Too slick with the moves better man up
Still had to shoot my shot even when they ran up
I'm in another galaxy no Samsung
Lebron with the Cavaliers had to land one
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