RICHMOND: “That map’s fried, Vox we’re flying blind.” VOX: “Nah, I tuned the raccoon into a beacon. Don’t ask where I plugged the cable.” [Somebody coughs in binary.] Slide through a wormhole shaped like a saxophone bell, Notes drip like honey over Martian motel. space cockroach in a zoot suit deals jupiter cards, Said “Pick three, Richmond, but don’t pull Mars.” I’m sittin’ on a crate marked “Biz Markie Remixes,” Raccoon bartender flickin’ tails in the mix, it’s All crime-jazz, no bar tab Space cops roll through with a laugh track jab. A little…. POW! POW! POW POW! TING! TING ZIP! Warp that beat ‘til the groove turns inside out (inside out) Zero-G boogie with the lawman’s gavel (shout) POW POW TING through a polaroid cloud (pow pow ting) We got coordinates, but we’ll never write ‘em down (never write ‘em down) Vox lit a match in a vacuum (don’t ask how) Flame spelled “RUN” but we’re parked right now. Raccoon mixin’ drinks outta comet ice shards, Swizzle stick’s a black hole on a platinum card. Richmond’s bassline hummin’ in code curses, Ship AI beatboxin’ obsolete verses. I slide my shades on over static-brimmed eyes, Say “This ain’t Kansas City, this is where the map lies.” Judge Celine back, gavel kicks to the snare, Squid prosecutor sippin’ antifreeze air. Defense got a hologram with a real short fuse, Verdict dropped in bass — “Y’all free to cruise.” 🚀 Warp that beat ‘til the groove turns inside out (inside out) Zero-G boogie with the lawman’s shout (shout) POW POW TING through a polaroid cloud (pow pow ting) We got coordinates, but we’ll never write ‘em down (never write ‘em down) VOX: “Next stop, Richmond — The Garden of the Ancients. Bring the good shoes.” RICHMOND: “What about the raccoon?” VOX: “Still don’t talk about the raccoon.”
