Lyrics:
came here for the mission (Yuh, ayy)
Now they bumpin' my transmission, bitch (Ayy, ayy)
A pack for the go (Ayy, ayy)
Send it to the moon (Ayy, ayy)
chorus
haunted and forsaken
your streets have seen better times
transmission is over,
in the city of satellites
2x
now is the time
niggas go missing
Heard you been slippin’
Just like a transmission
Lil girl did not want smoke like an engine
He want a O, then you know I remix it
Trap in
Transmission neglection
They would not have been brought back if it was not for the failure to disclose the truth
In their final masterwork they
rendezvous? We’re bound to stray far
I’m the kind to ease your mind by taking ya to the graveyard!
Step out to the city, but’cha don’t know me
Take my wits
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I
We're interrupting transmission
Because we happen to know
There's something that you been missing
Welcome to the show
We're all set to go
So
Oh, you know there's an oil puddle by the diner
And it came out of his transmission
That's where he parks every night and stares through the window
with the chrome back rings
Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean
But the motor fucked up and the transmission
And it's knockin down the street
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
where the rhythm never ends
Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel
I'm North American, you know
Don't like to hear where I can't go
Free
When you're alone at night and need somebody by your side
No matter wrong or right sayin' it's gonna be alright
No one'll hold you tight, no one'll
gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha
your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole position
Class E chassis can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open
stood up
Catch you slippin' like a transmission
Fuck your hood up
From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?
Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high
This
Bitch I'm a transmission
The pump leak when your oil slipping
And I been in the kitchen, like a toaster
With them toasters
Hang you like a Willie Lynch
might
Have just flown too far from the floor this time
'Cause they calling me by my name
And the zipping white light beams
Disregards the bombs
your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole position
Class E chassis can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
security
Bee drowning in honey, the buzz is crippling
By the light I'm kissed
Obliterating bliss, by the light I'm kissed
By the light I'm kissed
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I mc I'm coming off
Yes
keeps on pickin' up evil transmissions
At headquarters I receive my mission blow up the ruler of the air
Like nuclear fission
So I analyze my
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