End Of Transmission...

I wrote this whole song just so I could say that.

Bzzt~,
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eXoDuST-Transitions

{prod. by Cornelius No)

My mind on the drive/
Never take eyes off the prize or attention off the ride/
I gotta go/
Mental on froze, hyperdrive zone/
In my Star Trek mode, that's how it is and how it goes/
And I'm gone/

From beginnin to beginnin, and end to end/
I'm in it to win it, H.I.M. Villain/
Mind, body, and, spirit, won't break not bent/
Push it past the limit, creme de la creme/
Where you at I've been, but moved past that/
Lookin forward now, ain't tryin to backtrack/
Say I'm on a world tour they say that I'm Abstract/
On some Andy Kaufman shit, but I ain't nothin to laugh at/
Loungin in Navarra where the Basque at/
Posted with my back on a wall where they tag at/
Girls bring they phones outta they knapsacks/
Cameras flash snap, ask me to autograph that/
Apologize if you can't follow my thought's Amtrak/
It moves fast and definitely's jam packed/
So whenever pick up burdens just toss em where the rest of the bags at/
Executive class rap/

My mind on the drive/

Never take eyes off the prize or attention off the ride/

I gotta go/

Mental on froze, hyperdrive zone/

In my Star Trek mode, that's how it is and how it goes/

And I'm gone/

I dug up a time capsule that I buried some years ago/

Did it on a whim, but don't know what made me feel it tho/

Popped the sucka open and as air rushed in the fresh space/

It made a sound like it was it's first breath in a decade/

Had pictures of the fam, Dragonball Z sketches/

A king-size pack of Spree and a 2pac neckace/

Saw the cocoon that I forgot that I had put in/

But it was empty and don't know where the thing inside could went/

And the verse I did said I'd do another when I came back to it/

But it looked like I'd already added another after it/

Then I s aw this silver thing and when my fingers made it move this/

Hologram of me popped out and said, "Exodust I'm sending you this/

Message from the future, know that all is well/

Ya wife's happy and healthy, ya seeds wild as hell/

And we got the butterfly buried when we was kids with us/

It's wings are just a little weaker, we named it 'Epictetus'/

We did man, laid back sittin comfortable/

When we joke about the fam the kids like, 'Who're the Huxtables'/

Our songs got sang, and life got lived/

The body got older but we held by the years/

And we galavanted/

Graduated from grasshopper to praying mantis on some supreme mechanics/

Sent you subtle suggestions so the capsule wouldn't slip you/

And wrote the third verse, you just got to do the middle/

So don't get discouraged and the sands of time pass through your hourglass/

Know that you're on the right path/

Just do you, and don't forget the transitions/

End of transmission"/

My mind on the drive/

Never take eyes off the prize or attention off the ride/

I gotta go/

Mental on froze, hyperdrive zone/

In my Star Trek mode, that's how it is and how it goes/

And I'm gone/

My mind on the drive/

Never take eyes off the prize or attention off the ride/

I gotta go/

Mental on froze, hyperdrive zone/

In my Star Trek mode, that's how it is and how it goes/

And I'm gone/