Plan 9 from Inner Space

TitlePlan 9 from Inner Space
ArtistJake the Adversary
AlbumTabiya
Release Date(not set)
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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