Plan 9 from Inner Space
Title | Plan 9 from Inner Space |
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Artist | Jake the Adversary |
Album | Tabiya |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1] An electroplated gold Magnum Clutched in the fist of a meditating Cro-Magnon Low-grav', I keep toes tapping 'til toe-tagging Hone craft, if I could be a nomad, I’d be so happy Rappers talk shop, selling sample shit and 808s Ain’t amazed, never scoping eyes over tablegrain Play-to-pay, killing blues, graying the skies And most wannabe G's ain’t stayin’ alive as such Don’t just crack, you need brainpans and egg-beaters Papal with Paypal, I pay Paul to peg Peter Then late seated reading Fineman, a man fine Anti-s, stay inside a closet, like it’s Plan Nine Stardom not too far, but a locked dude’s carving What I brought through bars to top the top few czars I got a not-true start, but I get mad sheets And reference books, I can’t afford to fit the sad beats [Verse 2] Bad-at-rap skirmisher Lay back, staring at the nasty black curvature Mope, get mistaken for a massive-ass Goethe nerd After that word a verse, turn a hurtful big finish acid bath murderer It’s lit, i'n' it? Get a laugh at that, or earn a curse Kid disc-spinning, in a matta' fact, a perjurer, and- 'Finna miss spitting with the cataracts, the burn-averse 'Finna kick writtens 'til the actiraitic turn reversed [Verse 3] Affirm a dirge, give listeners priapisms Try to write the right lines, then worry I might have missed 'em Mind a prison, invent selections of private vistas Claim life is vivid, then livid, crying to find it isn’t [Verse 4] Minister, see a problem and fix it, I’m not royal Ironically, the bottom-feeders stick to the topsoil Done keeping head over water I’d rather grow gills Serene as a man with no chill - elite to probe skill And you would think with all this running there was somewhere to be Instead of molehills with old pills Awake at night while you thumb-suckers are plum-tuckered I’ll end this, fuck, "What’s friendship?" I once wonderedYou might also like |