"Blast Off" lyrics, & summary

"Blast Off" is a song I originally wrote for Against All Odds, and redid for WELCOME.  Typing the lyrics, I noticed my inspirations were slightly different when I wrote it.  For example, the Austin Collie shout out was referring to the concussion he suffered a few years ago. 

Regardless of when I wrote it, this will always be one of my favorites, and Dave Nakaji really helped create the sound that the song needed to have.  Enjoy.


LYRICS
You still here?
Can you see me?

Look at this composition - something you've got to witness.
Ain't wasting time with disses - I get no competition.
And you can try your hardest; you'll never stop the mission.
And yes I make mistakes; I ask for God's forgiveness.
I hope you see me in the best of my light.
I guess it sounds ambitious, but do you get that I'm right?
I'm takin' off, man I'm Catching My Flight.
I'll rap, I'll sing, and I'll compose for the rest of my life.
Thank you if you understand.
And my heart gives to everybody - I love the fans.
I'm too committed to be stopping any time soon.
And this is not a brainstorm; it is a typhoon.
Get outta bed - today I feel like flossing
And looking fresh; rock the specs, man I feel awesome.
I'm stone cold Steve Austin
Collie. Knock me down but I'll get back up and I'll be

Gone. All system's go.
Second thoughts are taking control.
Oh, I can't turn back now.
I'm strapped in.
La la la la

I'm gone. I'm blasting off up into the clouds.
I'm out of the world. Ain't no time for playing around.
I'm going away. You'll see me with the shooting stars,
Looking down at the world, but baby I ain't never too far away.

The snare splashes. It's truly magic.
And when I'm rappin' it's "lights, camera, action."
I gotta do this now; I don't wanna be asking
"What happened? How'd I let it go, man, I had it!"
That's a position that I'll never wanna live in.
See, this gift that I was given is something special so don't listen
To the haters who keep talking shit.
Are you a dog, man? Then why the hell you barking, bitch?
It's time to quit it, just accept the fact.
I'm better than most rappers.
And I'ma go after the top, no ladder.
Yeah, you can show laughter but it don't matter.
I'm gon' turn your shit talk into a low chatter.
Shout out to my future fans who don't believe.
Shout out to the supporters that call this poetry.
Shout out to my roadees coming to my shows for free.
And shout out to the fans screaming from the nosebleeds. I'm gone!

I'm gone. I'm blasting off up into the clouds.
I'm out of the world. Ain't no time for playing around.
I'm going away. You'll see me with the shooting stars,
Looking down at the world, but baby I ain't never too far away.

Do you know how it feels to be so lost
That Earth feels like outer space?
We can go to a place only I know.
I call it paradise.

I'm gone. I'm blasting off up into the clouds.
I'm out of the world. Ain't no time for playing around.
I'm going away. You'll see me with the shooting stars,
Looking down at the world, but baby I ain't never too far away.

I'm gone. I'm blasting off up into the clouds.
I'm out of the world. Ain't no time for playing around.
I'm going away. You'll see me with the shooting stars,
Looking down at the world, but baby I ain't never too far away.

Away. Away, yeah. Away, yeah.
Away. Away, yeah. Away, yeah.

Record Den now sells 'WELCOME.'

Go to Record Den in Mentor, OH, by the Great Lakes Mall, to purchase the new E.P. 'Welcome' for $8.99!

Record Den's address is:
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'WELCOME' featured in Scene Magazine

Chris Black's new E.P. 'WELCOME' was featured in the February 13, 2013 issue of Cleveland Scene Magazine.

Cleveland Scene CD Review of 'WELCOME' 


 Purchase 'WELCOME' on iTunes HERE.
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 Big thanks to Jeff Niesel for the write-up.

I will consider your comments.

-Chris Black 

Lakeland Radio interview

Chris Black and Tre Smith met with Gina from Lakeland's Lake Effect Radio on Wednesday.  They talked for nearly 2 hours about the new E.P. 'Welcome' and the Legion movement.  Apologies for the low volume.

Thanks for having us! We had fun.

-Chris Black

Week 3: "WELCOME" lyrics + description

 Click HERE to get "Welcome."

LYRICS
(Welcome to my hometown.)
(So are you riding with me? Welcome to the machine.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.

This is an example of what happens
When what you can see, can't handle. The world's a scandal.
Some say life's a bitch; I don't like to imagine.
Two eyes on the back of my head, no glasses.
I turn around that's back to the matrix.
I ain't slowin' down or going back to the basics.
Can't figure out how to say this - trapped in the mind of a patient
Waiting with no patience, so stand in line for medication
While they burn you. Life's a test; I don't even know what it's learned you.
So bomb that! (Iraq) Planes flyin' shittin like birds do.
Haters only seeing what's in front of you. Across the world what would a gun do?
Countin' checks like "one, two." Broke dude - what'd I run into?
Never gon' stop when they run up, dude. Sign yourself up, what'd they put into you?
Them old back shots still fuckin' with you. So you're always gonna see me with a gun or two.
Bitch, eat my ammo! They mad the whip's like camo.
'cause when shit hits the fan, everything I am is Rambo.

Welcome to my hometown.
They say it come 'round if it go 'round.
So are you riding with me?
Welcome to the machine. Yeah!
(I'm talkin' Cleveland.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.

See, I'd get ready for war - body armor and all.
If your heart is on your sleeve, I'd try to protect your arm.
I'd like to get you informed, prior to turnin' off.
Riots all in our yard - these lobbyists love it all.
A billion dollars involved. F**k a scholarship, dog.
Shoot you out the sky like a star while they try to hide us with bars.
Strictly survival, y'all. Takin' Goliath on.
So when I am gone I just pray you find this song.
'till the system falls apart, I'm relentless in my march.
There's a battery in my back with endless amounts of charge.
Within it, there is a spark. Can't dim it or make it dark.
If you don't get it, still, then listen to my heart.
Bet you can see it in my eyes.
I believe in shit that I write. I hope you're keepin' up, I ain't tryin' to
Leave nobody behind, and that's the reason why I can't lie.
Money is time; believe I get mine. While peace ain't even paid mind.
I hope you see this in time. My heart bleeds for these rhymes.
With a hay fever from the sky, can't believe I can breathe in those lines.
I recite: evil's in sight. This shit goes deeper than life.
So settle your family business - talkin' Al Pacino all night.
This is the business that we've chosen, in a world that we have not.
You can look up to the clouds, see a God is all we got.
Bitch, I come from a city where it's "all for one and one for all,"
And shootin' stars lost never stop us when it's time to ball.
 
Welcome to my hometown.
They say it come 'round if it go 'round.
So are you riding with me?
Welcome to the machine. Yeah!
(I'm talkin' Cleveland.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.

Week 2: "Back at It" Lyrics + Description

 
Click HERE to download "Back at It" from 'Welcome.'

LYRICS
What's happenin' since I left you?
Been crackin' the system's numbers, been battlin' with whoever.
So javelin what they tell you. My ass has been down to hell and,
Back; if you hate you better get your facts straight - Get On My Level
You could never. I raise it at the push of a button.
Girl, if you lookin' for cuffin' these other rappers are Russians.
I think they're mad 'cause I kill em - Abram's tank ammo.
I'm glad I'm their villain 'cause these haters stay shallow.
But my words stay deep as the feet of the Grim Reaper.
I like my girls sweet and petite, with slim features, WHOA.
Hash tag that random fact. I'm tweetin' 'cause I can't relax.
I'm zonin' 'cause I'm half-attached to what the f**k I'm staring at.
So what you laughin' at, I'll blast you out your habitat.
You must be out your rabid ass mind, think I don't care to rap.
Think you ballin' bitch, I'll ball you up and play hacky sack.
Matter fact time to take my castle back, just tell me where it's at.

Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)

Okay, I'm still spittin' real shit. Still make you feel this
Down to the souls of your feet; flip-flop hip-hop just like a heel flip.
'cause I kill shit, then you hear hits, so I'm here bitch, and I'm here to stay
So, needless to say, fear the day in which I leave the game.
But that's never. Unless these haters be the death of ME!
I tell em 'eat shit' and I got the recipe.
So if you testing me I suggest you find a better option.
And they say happiness a gun, well I forever cock it.
Click click bang - lyrics blowin' brains out.
Double meanin' like B.o.B seein' strange clouds.
Got heebie jeebies, these Weezy's just make the same sound.
Guess it's about that time that we shut the game down.
Look up to the rain clouds with my fangs out, 'cause I'm animalistic.
I think it's time to eat rappers as if I'm cannibalistic.
And I go bananas, ballistic - established a business of rappers and bitches.
I made a beat, smashed it, and ripped it, in case you happened to miss it.

Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)

Back at it. I sold the red Saturn.
So many memories but it ain't that tragic.
'cause now I drive a Beamer, the paint look like black satin.
And they're callin' me fly so I don't speak to rap maggots.
And I ain't never left but they say 'Legion is back!'
So you can call me Greg Jennings, put the team on my back.
What did I mean by that? Success - my reason to rap.
So if they sayin' I'm gon' make it, I won't leave it at that.
I got a goal that I gotta fulfill; make it to the top from the bottom of the hill.
They play games but they're not on the field. Touchdown, bitch, I'll stop when I'm killed.
She find it attractive when I rap fast - ass is the fattest like I got her from Brazil.
Got her in the bed and she pop it like a pill - she said I'll probably make a million.
And then she goes to sleep, she don't know I ain't gonna sleep.
I'm busy livin' a dream, so avita zein!
She's ready to go steady but it isn't me.
I'm the future champion of everything; give me the ring.
'cause every word I spit single-handedly murders it.
Keep your conversation if money is not concerned with it.
Chris Black - the name is permanent. How could I be determined if
These haters didn't copy that and my words were not affirmative?

Yeah!
Hey yo we're finally homecoming.
Just in case you forgot who run it. Who run it?
Team Legion - throw your pinky and your thumbs up.
Their hands are to the ceiling, what's up!
(At it again)

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