[Eyedea] Just mail me your titles now and save the public embarrassment You never even battled how the fuck are you arrogant? No wonder why you're screamin' to the night it seems like no one's listening Cause you're just one tiny beam of light in this whole solar system Your creation is a fallacy to rap Didn't calculate your mass before your galaxy collapsed Comin' harder for ya some heartless voyager Star destroyin' soldiers killin' constellations bringin' realness back Yeah, you motherfuckers can't apologize On the table to the mic, you choose how you die I never came across a rapper that I'm scared of Cause ain't an emcee in this universe I can't tear up I'm really iller than anybody, buddy I'll bloody your body Your cruddy thoughts are probably as soft as silly puddy I'm in a different dimension when rockin' a drum beat Not even a star's gravitational pull can touch me And that goes for you and whoever you stand in space with Man you're wasted, light years behind the standard basics Face it you ain't shit in this game End your career the way it started, with a Big Bang
(Never no super star, I'm more like a planet)
E: "That's that new Star Destroyer cut I was tellin' you about" C: "Dude dude, this shit is tight, dude, this, hey, this beat is dope. Yo You gonna lemme spit some shit?" E: "Yeah" C: "I got some shit that would go with that one verse?" E: "That one I heard of right?" C: "Yeah right here. It's this one right here."
[Carnage the Executioner] Yo, cease with the star gazin' It's the two baddest who bring meteoric numbers of crews ravaged Talent, we do have it, but ya'll gaseous whitish blue masses? NO Only pew bastards who's asses exude gasses Unstellar your true status You faggots, get it straight Dead is the only way you featherweights May get chances to levitate towards heaven's gates Stop buggin', how can the sky be the limit? When orbitting scrotum and jock rubbin' Crotch tuggin', strokin' and cock huggin' Over me you got nothin' Decipher distance and spot rushin Shot solar hot pluggin With us you are not fuckin
[Eyedea] That's obvious, stay in a state of disarray While we color the cosmos with creations they could only wish to make
[Carnage] We trooper soldiers, time it takes you bitter Cub Scouts To figure us out will make the Sun supernova and Big Dipper rust out
[Eyedea] Get the fuck out your fanatical state of fantasy Ain't no accident we saturate your world with tragedy
[Carnage] Outerspace, your doom zone Comet's tail chok ya' yolk broke ya Metaphysical footprints near your Milky Way tombstone
[Eyedea] You've shown nothin but reason for us to destruct your feeble productions Leader's leavin' elitist medias crushed in
[Carnage] Boldly go where no man has gone before Unkillable horde of syllable lords Born breech bearing balls bigger than body for bodying of bitch boys Best ever earth and birth bound to umbilical chords Told we flow how no clan has flowed and more Bad bro, intergallactic abomination, comp debasin' Monster waitin' to stomp ya face in upon confrontation Fatso with mad flow E&A track slow collabo Attack mode blackhole, chomp ya statement swallow entire constellationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
