Its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel
Perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined

COB we from a different reality
Real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy
Soul aliens, we encountered a pound of Cali weed
Now we push weight light years beyond humanity

Even though they branded
Even though they don’t understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you
Even though they branded
Even though they don’t understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you

I’m still intergalactic hustling
Still packing space guns with interactive functions
Voice command pistols like
Shoot this nigga
Before we ended the act of tussling, a bullet
Entered his back and crushed him
And it happened quick as a snap
Did it in a minute in fact
One minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap
I get drunk catch cases
‘Til I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device
Just to activate my spaceship
These days lay back get head in the Uber
Different meaning from facelift
Stay swift
Walk with my chest out like an ese on May 5th
But that’s my old shit
This that wormhole shit
Cowboy Bebop
Gum bottom Reeboks
Hollerin’ at some ewoks
They call me robocops put a bounty on me
And put me in the super predator category like Hillary

Even though they branded
Even though they don’t understand it
We still make gangster music
We still make gangster shit
You bitch you

According to the anti-radicalization protocol
Gangster rap music has been banned
Anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law

Welcome to Planet X

They tell me planet X is flat with no curvature
But I was flat broke with no furniture
So even if its not circular the system’s still jerkin’ ya
My city full of murderers
Stolen legacy educated by burglars
On rainy days I get Grayskull like Eternia
She suck my dick ’til my body cramp like a hernia
When this male fed with your ex I’m returning her
That’s letter talk
She mad just let her talk
Sit like Cleo and set it off
I’m better off ignoring the tetherball
Back and forth, I’m cut from a better cloth
Leather soft, never soft, forever boss
Different dimensions I weave in and out of
My haters on coke, they sneeze I see powder
Life’s a bitch, I’ll ask can I live?
When she judge the evils Imma reasonable doubt her
With a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs
Retired crook just trying to plant me some good deeds
Yeah
I’m just trying to feel me a good breeze
While my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would treese
Is that too much to ask for
I went crazy psycho loco on my last war
RZA sent a message I assembled a task force
Fast forward to now
There’s more conflict at the back door
I need to relax more
Come go with me
So I can recite you some of this thug poetry
Hold up
Let me see which one I wrote for you

Nigga you ain’t wrote me shit