The Alien Greetings - little sleeping being - keep dreaming you think our species are equals? eat green feces! I compose luminous bars to entrap humanity in a large prison feeble key-styles can't decipher you back to the star systems harvesting harder wisdom, darker visions through unholy communions a union of humans is simply a fusion of mutants consumed by toxic fumes, fuck these imprudent pollutants doomed from womb to tomb enslaved from cradle to grave grave danger as I spit lethal infrared phrases erasing any trace of the crazed and deranged reigned by delusions - enslaved by confusion hollowed like the Apollo that followed our flow and obeyed illusions fear the ethereal we are eternal - our essence prevails humanity? a fading plague no traces remains as your flesh decays! The Spaceman Eyyo.. listen freak I wield the cosmic microphone like a lightsaber mankinds life saviour, with a sharp tongue to slice aliens i'm quite dangerous, and universally - yall some busters adjust your trust and thrust towards the star clusters from dusk to morning, purple husks are falling celestial stardust sprawling, i'm stayin' buzzed like Aldrin got my rhymes locked on targets, that astral logic is damaged peep the quasars, your vague phrases ain't beeping my radars i'm flexing like Vader at the Deathstar, aiming at your text bars deadly rhymepattern flows stellar, sequencing throughout galaxies, shape shifting capacities, making melodies into your maladies The Cyborg Meat.. meets machinery reigns supremely beaming beings gleaming the scenery cyborg rappers hailing the hydrogen gasses grandmasters arising in bio-hazardous ashes clashes of titans like Gilgamesh and Goliath tons of fun when the stungun lasers erases the faces of Death then we retrace the steps, through byzantine labyrinths backwards into the primordial proverbial flows with cold drifts emits global rips, causing planetary pole shifts limitless synthesis, rockin' bebop examples amplifying raw beats of your blood samples our Shuttles rebuttle your subtle tone bringing bonafide equilibrium to the space and time continium your future time to come is old news to us rudimentary nuisances get lost! Enter the intergalactic MC championship, held inside an immense battle-ship.
