Yeah... pull up to the runway.

Check the altitude.

Radio check... I'm the echo in the sky.

Let's go.

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(Verse 1 — rap, aggressive, crisp)

I don't ask for clearance, I give the command

My route is the top — that's my mind, that's my plan

You grip on the yoke, but your hands are all shaking

I cut through the turbulence, no time for faking

Lights flicker below, but don't wait in that hall

I'm way too high up to catch your weak call

My trap is my style, my flight is my currency

Keep your cheap blueprints for those with no urgency

(Pre-chorus — building up)

Oxygen running low? Breathe deeper now

My tracks hit harder than your jet engine's growl