Ok, ok
Davodka, Hayce Lemsi
The two fighter jets
Control tower
Fasten your seatbelt, rah

I'm bringing you something heavy, I need a lift
We're getting into the race to make a crazy sound
Come take a tour, look up to the skies
If you look up, there will be two fighter jets
We must not crash before takeoff
The passengers are squirming with laughter
As soon as I sip two liters
My flow turns into a pilot
I enter the cabin, the takeoff is imminent and suddenly
There's panic on the faces, it's obvious
Yeah, it's scary, I hit the gas and the speed is calibrated
To take you on this journey where we defy gravity
We're strolling in the sky, drop a bomb
Drop verses, here's the potential, drop the sound (ooh, ooh)
We scar your ear, not here for the money, here's the lesson (Davodka)
I write truths at night, alone when I mumble
I watch the game flapping from the top of my cockpit
I defy the law of gravity so that Newton freaks out
I master the weight of words so much, I could be a spokesperson
I hope you've put on the helmet, it's Davodka who's getting angry
Some are crashing
Don't limit the speed, don't talk to me about speed
I'm this stressed kid, lyrical kamikaze
I charge into the pile and keep the same direction
When I broke the sound barrier, there's no point in pumping
You who wanted to divide us, I give you the combination
Now you're wet like a virgin in front of a fire station

Control tower, (control tower), control tower, (mayday, mayday)
Control tower, (control tower), we're out of control, (mayday, mayday)
Two fighter jets are strolling in the game, in the airspace
They drop flow like a Canadair
They put rap on the ground and suddenly surpass every earthling

It's the return of kala-kala, boycott
As if my name was Hayce Lem' Bala-Bala
I'm the scar in Le Pen's eye
Only corpses
Your career took thirty shovel hits in the face
Go away, we fuck your mother for a half
Too many enemies but these sons rap like in 2000
Late as if they had the electronic bracelet, dirty schlague
I discredit your album in two lines
Don't play hot when you melt in my ice
New bitch, new Axe, new freezer (han)
Taste the Davodk'Hayce specialty
Fighter jets impossible to control (han)
I take the cell phone, I make the cellulite move, in the cell
We are alone in the world, the silence is lucid
Often the mysteries that will lift us to success
Ten years of illicit Arab, you know the rest
A flow of vatos, Los Angeles, all my youth in the drugs
I only think about kicking, I have too much zehef, she sends me DM, I leave "seen"
Ok, Red Bull gives wings as much as big ball gives DZ
Algeria, Russia, that men a blast in the air
Yeah, in the Porsche Panamera, put the blindfold
Packaged cannabinoid comes from m-da
Noon-midnight, moula milli I'm in unlimited wheeling
In the offense, you guess that Panamera
If the ball is in my court, the ball is in your carotid
She's venal, she wants it the bitch but I'm not Rothschild
We land, deals, bats stuffed in the Jeep
Rappers snort rails rhinopharyngitis, yeah

Control tower, (control tower), control tower, (mayday, mayday)
Control tower, (control tower), we're out of control, (mayday, mayday)
Two fighter jets are strolling in the game, in the airspace
They drop flow like a Canadair
They put rap on the ground and suddenly surpass every earthling

Control tower, (control tower), control tower, (mayday, mayday)
Control tower, (control tower), we're out of control, (mayday, mayday)
Two fighter jets are strolling in the game, in the airspace
They drop flow like a Canadair
They put rap on the ground and suddenly surpass every earthling

Davodka, Hayce Lemsi
Yeah, the two fighter jets
You got it
The combination
Control tower

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