Third Stone From The Sun
Here come the peckerwood mic wrecker
I'm sweet like nectar, MC selector
Come again, eat the style I'm busting
You think I'm dropping acid on
A super cold dozen
Feel the rushing through your
Blood and cerebellum
And any man that defies
Eyes will be swelling
So whatcha selling kid, I'll bust your melon
Then I spit out the seeds, I got dirty deeds
They're done dirt cheap, I'm on the Greek
Don't sleep i'm late cause the circus
But bullets run deep and talk is cheap, kid
It's time to make moves
It's time to make capital
Gains with my brains
The song remains, the Same As It Ever Was
And you can say my crew's
Falling but it never does
I'm white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse
Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual
My interplanetary, sub-galactic tactics
Got you wearing vests like prophylactics
My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters
And I'll tell more lies
Than priests and rabbis
And all the allies put together in a cipher
My skin's my cell, no parole on my life
Doing time on the third stone from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun
I'm dealing with the pressures, son
Life ain't fun
Doing time on the third stone from the sun
I'll be getting down and dirty by 2030
Sipping off my forty, cut deep in your shorty
Lordy, glory, Hallelujah
Like a big Samoan my Sig's going Boo-Yaa
Do-wa-ditty, oh what a pity
I'm blowing up the spot like Oklahoma City
With mic terrorism and no plagiarism
And bloodshot vision cause I smoke major 'ism
If you got sob stories, kid
Don't tell me 'bout em
Cause them Timb boots you wearing
I'm a lift you out em
With two shots to your bid
I ain't playing kid
I know the games that you running
And all the things you did
And you'll say "Holy cow!" if my gun go blaow
Click bang, watch me do my thang
My elements in order, my attributes eternal
And all you duck MC's are
Smelling just like the Colonel
You're all fried chicken with
Your back side licking
I'll play you like a snitch
With the ice pick sticking
Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it
I play Rammellzee and pull it out my pocket
I pull it out my pocket
I pull it out my pocket
Yeah, I play Rammellzee and pull
It out my pocket
Doing time on the third stone from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun
I'm dealing with the pressures, son
Life ain't fun
Doing time on the third stone from the sun