Peep it, I'll break it down so you can absorb it (okay) you need to mine planets' minerals and do it from orbit (yo) some good advice, and you're too much of a noob to ignore it (ay) you'll get stranded with no fuel if you foolishly floor it I used to rock microphones rhyming in a stadium (okay) these days I launch probes mining for palladium (no doubt) slouching at my console crying from the tedium I contemplate relations with the slimiest of aliens a Spectre and Alliance N7 special ops (word) some things I scan are anomalous but the rest are rocks this **** is so boring most men's souls would wither (okay) yo but I ain't tryna get my Tali'Zorah blown to smithers (aha) no doubt, I get it in with the iridium (yeah) rhythmically clicking launch probe, tunnel vision and I'm mining for resources with the lowliest of purpose as I drag the scanner reticle slowly on the surface
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Probe away, foes know that probing may make me cranky, like Harkin on a sober day (okay!) Tali's research? ayo ****, a solar ray (yo) I'll take a Cain to mother****ers, go straight Enola Gay (aye) you can scan procedurally or just stop and meander (okay!) but if it's taking ages doggie stop with the scanner (no doubt) you need to get a ****in' upgrade, talk to Miranda she'll probably get up from her desk so you can stop for a gander she's a skeezy ho, told the Illusive Man, he don't believe me though I oughta find his office, leave the geezer leaking hemoglobes (word) although I know the brother brought me back from the dead I feel compelled to put one in the back of his head anyway **** the Prime Directive, only amateurs enforce this (aha) I'm strip-mining planetoids, scanning for resources racking **** from the moons, planets, and the ports and now the Normandy is upgraded and damaging your forces