Lockheed Martin F-35 test aircraft are back in the air after a 16-day grounding. The story is almost ready to move on, but we can't let it pass without enshrining this moment to posterity in our own special way. In honour of the occasion, we have chosen to re-tell the story in the style of an early-90s rap lyric, which should be spoken to the tune of (what else?) Naughty by Nature's mega hit "O.P.P". (If you haven't heard it, you were probably born 10 years after 1991 or at least 30 years before. It's ok. Click here.) Here goes:
I.P.P. how can I explain it
I'll take you plane by plane it
To have power pumping, not overheating it
I is for Inter, P is for Power, not difficult
The last P ... well ... manages thermals
It's sort of like another way to say it does lots of things
It's six little letters that are missing here
That give you on occasion an "explosive event"
As a key subsystem, I gotta start to explainin
Bust it
You ever had a jet of generation 5.0
With so many sensors and big computers no air can blow
You turn on the engine, now the heat goes off the charts
Fool, you best cool those cables fast, or you'll be seeing sparks
PTMS -- Call it P to the T to the M to the S
Sucks in fresh air and dumps the rest of the heat in the gas
It's I.P.P. time, and there ain't nothing like it
Cause ain't no room for the F-35's fuel tanks without it
How many fourth gen's out there know just what I'm getting at
Who carry stuff on the outside, blow heat out their stacks
Well, if you do, you're lighting up radars all over town
But that's okay - at least you're off the ground
You down with I.P.P.
Yeah you know me
I.P.P. how can I explain it
I'll take you plane by plane it
To have power pumping, not overheating it
I is for Inter, P is for Power, not difficult
The last P ... well ... manages thermals
It's sort of like another way to say it does lots of things
It's six little letters that are missing here
That give you on occasion an "explosive event"
As a key subsystem, I gotta start to explainin
Bust it
You ever had a jet of generation 5.0
With so many sensors and big computers no air can blow
You turn on the engine, now the heat goes off the charts
Fool, you best cool those cables fast, or you'll be seeing sparks
PTMS -- Call it P to the T to the M to the S
Sucks in fresh air and dumps the rest of the heat in the gas
It's I.P.P. time, and there ain't nothing like it
Cause ain't no room for the F-35's fuel tanks without it
How many fourth gen's out there know just what I'm getting at
Who carry stuff on the outside, blow heat out their stacks
Well, if you do, you're lighting up radars all over town
But that's okay - at least you're off the ground
You down with I.P.P.
Yeah you know me
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