Can you feel it? can save you Im than bullets so baby pray to your savior I never been shot but I bet you Im Im my spot, nigga, I aint afraid to be me Sometimes I find it hard to be, who? Me (The inevitable and liberation of NiggyTardust)
Yo the banana peels are placed So your shell toes carefully laced The illest got peppered and maced Now this, turn up the bass
Picture me lampin in the car Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels, what? Im a star I cruise the block like a back and forth Til I land as the song in your ear or the book in your
Now the whole fuckin' world bout to who I am Got your whole up in my trunk dog eat dog make my woofers bark: atomic crunk All my trill niggas know who be da funk Lees and shell toes like its Black Month
Yo the peels are carefully placed So your shell toes carefully laced The illest nigga got peppered and Now amplify this, up the bass
Yo the banana peels are placed So keep your shell toes carefully The illest got peppered and maced Now amplify this turn up the
There was one bore witness to the of the sun Synthesized in her own image, negative shun The development of Parliament the bop gun Thus, the mothership connection the birth of the drum
Ancient drum begat drum kingdom go, come Ancient sector of the risen up to the sun Hidden hand of man begat patented of the drum Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled and
Trigger sound, trigger gun, drum machine, gun Bodies piled, carefully filed beats That were once reprogrammed to become concert of sun Every ray with sample clearance, two begat one
Boom bop as a gun, white cross-trainers, unstrung Let suckas know the cost of making Harriet run Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned the sun Until knowledge reigns supreme nearly everyone
Yo the banana peels are placed So keep your toes carefully laced The illest nigga got peppered and Now amplify this, turn up the