Stardust

Yea... Yea.. Rhyme to the rhythm When I slip in to the zone And zero deep into the groove So as to astonish my opponents When I'm on it like I own it Make the whole galaxy go nuts Script and held ya deep within a different world Like Lisa Bonet on D'Wayne Wayne mane Never plain, stained brains Strive to elevate from here Not just to simply maintain To the bang bang boogie watch my spirit bling bling I don't need no chains or jewelry I don't need a dang thing Hang, rappers like a noose That don't produce another product It's my soul's interpretation If you want it, here I got it Only so much time allotted Many thoughts that must be jotted Clearing out the minds are clotted Not I'm writing on some 'Pac shit In the month of August, take a break out to the farthest region On my rocket ship now y'all MC's can eat my stardust See the crew I rep is Quannum Y'all the bench, we the starters We the meal, the main course For your belly, y'all some toddlers Keep it modest, dope and honest I don't claim to be the hardest Killer, wit' a gun, I really Only wanna be a artist Travel the entire novice, global trotter Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, Ahnken conscious here to offer In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid For some psychedelic clarity to breath within the madness When you're out and you're far away from home And your heart and your mind, they start to roam Falling out from the night to spark the zone Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned When you're out and you're far away from home And your heart and your mind, they start to roam Falling out from the night to spark the zone Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned Left the planet Earth to get a wider life perspective On the bigger picture, now I'm steady cruising through the nebula Headed out to Mars, where souls and minds are more connected Build with elders, how to conquer ignorance The mighty predator I be the cosmic editor And when it rains, I let it pour And if I'm short on tour, I guess I'll be the lyric peddler I'm deadly with the medley Steady, ready with the metaphor MC's are R.I.P. if they love life, then why they set it for? Headed for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up And popping, this it's court I be the judge and jury With the Johnny Cochran Savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often When I'm rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option Powered by a force inside, that never will run out of ammo Used to build with Pharaohs, riding through the desert on a camel Ran into a camel by the name of Joe, thought he was wacko All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco I crackle as I rap, and pro attack a slacker Never clever, sever heads I'm clever, yes, I'll never dread a battle If they white, they put their thumbs up, a black fist if it's a Afro In the Bay I'm hella tight and plus I'm filthy in Seattle In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear Like as if you was dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid For some psychedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness [Hook]