my people come from stars but not that far away but y all know who we are there s really not much else to say how you gonna race with a spaceman who walks with pride and grace through the wasteland do not attempt to embrace or shake hands unless you been blessed by acey the faceman i m from a place where the bass from the late jams snaps all the elastic and waist bands and cracks through the plastic on raybans get your colorways dunked in a paint can it ain t the funk if you can t dance how you gonna front when you ranked last fuck a high class function with stank ass snobs my jobs getting drunk with the wait staff fuck a dunce from the late class we in the lab with the bunsons that break glass this is rap for the monks on the 8 paths those still getting crunk need a late pass when we were kids we would listen and believe we had a need that felt like a sickness to go a long distance to fuck with an emcee no prescription if this is your disease there s been a breach in the fortress nobody here speaks from the cortex a leaked gem from the swim team is fiended for like tweak in the northwest not for real but it s getting there i m ice cold like the tap on your frigidaire i kick raps when kicks snap tremendous snare causes the big blap that pauses the click track if you run outta gauze then get the gift rap don t talk tall then fall from the kickback the swim team s big black walk on kicking facts with mismatched socks on impact like this track with dropped bomb yell fuck yes if you know what s next those still quiet are suspect butterflies in the belly stomach bubble upset 