Unemployed Black Astronaut

I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon (or possibly, one of the great all-time bus-drivers.) It's the resurgence of the happy black rappers But our African medallions are handicap placards I am alphabetized in the modernized retro And my press photos are wallet sized. My rent's low Why don't you shape me? I'm malleable flesh and putty And a salad bowl with toad dressing And assimilated into urban fuel testing Dress and doggy are coveted by a sexy bunny Afraid I'll add her to my burlesque show Who's slipping the ring finger of the lead singer and store fresh bowl Up in bitches rule with bee stingers but I'm refreshed though It's home of the black speed reader Perplexed or blurb stretched Dude adjusted I am spacey but the bird's nest is low Which means I'm commonplace Til the boy and me traveled the country in wooden spaceships On the phone cussing at de-booking agents I wield words that have come from the country with the underground who's-who But I feel like I've been sodomized with a billiards pool cue I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon Pound my beliefs into the desired shape And put them sound asleep in the fireplace I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon Pound my beliefs into the desired shape And put them sound asleep in the fireplace It's the return of the all popular dope rappers Who retreat to their holes in the sky, climbing up rope-ladders And I will sell you a silver disc soaked in laughter Cause you've been brainwashed. Out of your ears leaks soap lather Why don't you deify me? I'm Buckaroo Bonzai Don't know what to do, I'm the wrong guy I touch crews like touched groove on DVD And I kinda started doing songs with CBE? But now you're like (Chilla Villain who? Project what?) Persona Non Grata with the wrist-band in front of Popsicle stick man He's a wall of hot lava. Drip crayon on your clipped glands So I found the top dollar. Twist strands to enrich fans But there's not a lotta offers. They give brands to cliche bands I water lawns for the ADD D&D role-players And we got along, so we formed a commonwealth And you hear me do random citings and file-sharing And you tell me that song writing's like child bearing No it's not, that's self indulgence Elephant culprits watch their egos melt in charcoal pits I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon Pound my beliefs into the desired shape And put them sound asleep in the fireplace I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon Pound my beliefs into the desired shape And put them sound asleep in the fireplace Oh my. Sorry I left my acceptance speech in the back of the private car And I re-wrote the Hollywood ending flux the motion-picture screen Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene Oh my. Sorry I left my acceptance speech in the back of the private car When I re-wrote the Hollywood ending flux the motion-picture screen Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene Yeah! This is the climate of cathartic writer That enables who couldn't in the market they lifer I've been out-sold and my styles are old and lame I'll spark a lighter to the carpet fiber cause I'm not a household name I'm a tax write-off, I signed a deal with no exit clause My label's like Ms. Santa Clause on menopause, so I'm banging on padded walls So I'm trying to make hits, but I keep hitting pop flys I don't eat out any more, I thaw chicken pot pies But I used to be in the list of the top five Fresh hip-hop guys I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon Pound my beliefs into the desired shape And put them sound asleep in the fireplace I am the first black astronaut To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon