Ugly Nigga Flight 785
written by Ugly Nigga
Verse 1
Throw it in the duffle bag, nothin for the luggage rack/
Hustle fast, shuffle past into the shuddle craft/
Gotta pistol in the lining and the rest just stuff wit cash/
Right through the check point....my lucky ass/
5.5 Mill...I hope this plane don't fuckin crash/
Peanuts from the stewardess...I need another stash/
Kinda nervous as I think about my troubled past/
I got away with it all...chuckle...laugh/
Plane flyin through the time zone, Im on the I Phone/
Niggas wanna deal wit me, for what I'm growin/
I'm on Flight 785 Boeing, outside snowing/
Am I high cause the right wing seems like it might be glowing?/
Time tah pray, hold the bible and recite these poems/
The wing is frost bit like ah icy omen/
But hell is hot, that’s where I might be goin’/
Power outage in the plane but the lights keep strobbin’/
Ugly Nigga Flight 785
Written by Ugly Nigga
Verse 2
The plane dips under the skyline, the engine slight whine/
The pilot eases up tyrin tah buy time, co pilot right by him/
Fire on the right wing bulky mettle in the night shinnin’/
The woman next tah me “I don’t want tah die crying”/
Mascara on her cheeks from the eye lining/
True confession “I dont wanna go through life lying/
As the blizzard whips outside and the ice grinding/
Premonitions of 1 man living and 55 dying/
Looking out the window is that a Jesus Christ sighting?/
Or is it Lucipher’s visage…bright…smiling?/
The pilots veering the plane over to the right island/
No cell phone service as I try dialing/
Looking down I can see the tide climbing/
Everything is closer cause the plane is sky diving/
Silver bullet in the sky through the bright lightening/
My future wife ‘s pricing, nice things like my ring/
Honey I wont make it home…
Ugly Nigga Flight 785
written by Ugly Nigga
Verse 3
Columbus clouds, the thunderous boom is loud/
All we can do is crouch, the plane's whole roof is out/
At the top of the mountain we ran through this house/
It's wreckage everywhere the injured muse about/
Shit I aint even came out wit a cracked nail/
The plane looked like a cracked shell/
25 people gone when we lost the back tail/
The man next tah me lost his head now that's ill/
Lookin for this bag of money, aint goin back tah bummy/
I’m on top of these bodies and this trash is on me/
Ah five year old kid points that’s my mommy/
Middle of the night light starts flashin on me/
The stash and the gat is on me/
Plus I gotta big ass gash that’s on me/
I’m in the gurney wit the straps that s on me/
Feds and handcuffs they had tah know me/
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Ugly Nigga Flight 785
Originality: 5
Subject Matter: 10
Ability to remain on topic: 10
Rhyme scheme: 10
Best qoute: "Looking out the window is that a Jesus Christ sighting?/
Or is it Lucipher’s visage…bright…smiling?/" 10
Average score: 9