boh bettuh listen up... Space Monks got some shit to say.... (fuck you bitch) yo listen up rude nebula bwoyz an starlit fiends, y’all tink yuh can step in my realm wearin’ dat sheen? nah, yuh glisten like tinfoil dreams while I gleam grime clean, drip void tar slick, talk cryptic like da beam between beams, I been out here since da cosmos still breathin steam, while yuh cells was still schemin how to mean, I was stealin photons from gods’ bloodstream, slicin fake-Os wit crusted rhyme schemes, see I don’t spit I exhale creation debris, every syllable a collision infinity, every bar break da symmetry, I been shapin galaxies like pottery, grime alchemy, monkiology, Nullus beside me twistin entropy like it's currency, word sorcery, I turn mass to melody, da starlight tremble when I set frequency, rude bwoyz claimin lineage but they merely mimicry, yuh been birthed from imitation loops of my imagery, I’m ancient data in plasma graffiti, coded in da chaos of a thousand city comets screamin gritty, burnin wit da hiss of circuitry, whisperin “come get me” in binary pity, yuh tink yuh can face a monk of da void wit dat mortal committee? nah slime, I move slippery like grim incarnate, talk soft like static but each word bombardment, linguistic armament, syllabic filament, drillin holes in your argument, I talk that dark matter jargon fluent, my vowels corrode armor, my consonants bruise monuments, rude bwoy you can’t step in this orbit, I’m forged in collapse, molded in warp pit, half saint half circuit, my sermons spark turbulence, null be hummin da ship steady while I spit da apocalypse, tongue drippin antimatter metaphors, bananapeel floors slip if you want test da lore, I been eatin suns for lunch and still hungry for more, burn burn burn dat mantra roar, ditch ditch ditch dat deadweight core, boh boh boh like da pulse of da void drum score, it echo forevermore in dat astral corridor, yuh can’t even fathom da core of da chore I endure, so bow when yuh hear dis cosmic folklore Space Munks da grime god, Nullus da cipher lord, together we da paradox yuh can’t afford burn burn burn / ditch ditch ditch / boh boh boh we writin time’s obituary in warp-speed metaph yo it start wit da hum, that low thrummmmmm in da hull, like somethin primal crawlin out da void for fun, I seen Space Munks glitch a lil eye twitch, grin split, brain itch, static drippin from his wrist, he mutterin sumthin ancient, like code from da first eclipse, I said yo monkles chill, these suckas ain’t worth it, don’t flip, but he already slippin body twitchin like da beat hit, pupils gone eclipse black, he chantin burn burn burn, voice overlapin in dat cosmic feedback, every “burn” hittin like a meteor attack, ship panels meltin, da stars start to crack, time clappin back, “please monkles don’t hurtem,” I whisper, words sound weak in dat antimatter air, he don’t even hear da Monks is elsewhere, lost in dat grime warfare, pullin phantom triggers in da vacuum glare, atoms tear, swear I saw an angel flinch out dere, like reality scared, like existence itself tryna avert da stare, he screamin ditch ditch ditch, and da cosmos obey, black holes spittin junk, galaxies slippin away, debris driftin like ash, da ship rockin, alarms squawkin, I’m just watchin my slime unravel bros an animal, feral mechanical, space ferocity irrational, but beautiful in da way destruction feel mathematical, symmetry in da massacre, equations painted in plasma patterns "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," ship driftin, hull hissing, silence thick as tar, I’m breathin heavy, he laughin soft “burn burn burn,” under his breath like a prayer to a dark star, and I just sit there starin out at nothin, wonderin if I’m next, wonderin if dat madness contagious, wonderin if friendship mean followin your slime into oblivion and still sayin “yeah, that’s my dawg he dangerous", "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," "it’s done, you won, you vaporized da sun, let’s run," boh boh boh... burn burn burn... ditch ditch ditch... fuck you bitch... boh boh boh... burn burn burn... ditch ditch ditch... fuck you bitch... boh boh boh... burn burn burn... ditch ditch ditch... fuck you bitch... boh boh boh... burn burn burn... ditch ditch ditch... fuck you bitch...
