Yeah... they been lookin' up at the sky since the delta mud was young Some of us was born with stardust tangled in our lungs Third coast... transmission... comin' in slow... I was raised where the heat press down like a hand on your shoulder Old heads on the porch speakin' prophecies over sodas Grasshopper Pontiacs hummin' like a hovercraft closer Midnight machine oil shine, the block gettin' colder I meditate on bass notes, let the 808 roll under Feel it in the collarbone, the frequency like thunder Speakers in the trunk full of signals from beyond us Analog tape hiss like the static of the cosmos Mama said the sky don't owe you nothin', still I'm reachin' Countin' every constellation like a ledger, overthinkin' Every verse a telescope, every rhyme a constellation Southern drawl delivery, but the mind's in outer space and I can hear the choral voices hummin' from the galaxies Harmonies in the humidity, the swamp sing melodies We was poor in the pocket but we rich in the rhythm Saturn in the rearview, and the stars keep on listenin' Ride with me through the galaxy (through the galaxy) Bassline floatin' like a gravity (like a gravity) Midnight on the third coast, we dream in stereo Space age, we was born to glow (born to glow) Yo, I spit in cursive, verses curve like the orbitals Planet of the pines, deep in the woods where the portables Bump from a Cutlass, dust on the dashboard Every syllable a satellite, signal from the last war We been choppin' up the game since the cassette decks Rewind it with a pencil, resurrect the past tense Dub delays drippin' off the snare like molasses Time stretch like taffy in the broadcast Conscious like a compass in the fog of the illusion Question every surface, look beneath the confusion Electric piano chords like a porch light on a Wednesday Old souls in new Cadillacs driftin' down the one-way I seen brothers turn to comets, burn bright then vanish Seen the ones that kept it humble turn the pain into language So I write it in the smoke, let the hook carry the sermon Underground cathedral where the drums do the workin' Ride with me through the galaxy (through the galaxy) Bassline floatin' like a gravity (like a gravity) Midnight on the third coast, we dream in stereo Space age, we was born to glow (born to glow) They say the South slow... but that's just 'cause we orbitin' wider Every year down here is a light-year by the fire Science fiction ain't fiction when the block go dark We been livin' on the moon since before it had a name... Now the chimes in the distance like a notification from heaven I answer in the low register, 3 a.m., 11-7 Rhyme books full of nebulae, coffee rings on the pages Ageless like the alligator, patient like the wages Stackin' up the octaves, layin' low in the cut Snare snap like a finger on a moment, that's the touch Choir in the background hummin' what my grandmother whispered Grit in the groove, but the groove don't quit, gettin' richer Rollin' 808s like thundercloud under the water Space-age spirituals for the sons and the daughters Of the dirt and the delta and the deep space between us Every echo is a memory the delay ain't released yet And when the beat break down, and the pads start floatin' Ima leave the booth like a shuttle leavin' orbit Coastin' on the atmosphere, southern constellations Third coast to the cosmos, no destination, just navigation Ride with me through the galaxy Bassline floatin' like a gravity Midnight on the third coast, we dream in stereo Space age, we was born to glow (Born to glow... born to glow...)
