Feat. https://suno.com/@cicadatrill ------- [Intro – Slowed Down, Double Echo, Tape Drop] Hhh-hh-hold up (hold up… hold up) I saw that flag, E-lonnnn (E-lon, E-lon) But that ain’t the final logo (logo-go-go)… nah nah We settin’ up domes with perm in the ozone Houston… Houston… we got a flexin’ problem… (prrroblem) Yo Richmond over-r-r-r-r (over) Cicada-a-a-a-a-a (cicada) Landing (landing) L-l-l-l-andig-ding-ding (ding) [Verse 1 – slow flow, heavy bass] Gold-plated rover just touched the sand Red sky matchin’ my drip, understand? Tesla tracks on the dunes? Cute. I brought a DJ and a velvet s-s-s-suit. Chopped steak in the VIP dome (dome, dome) Hedgefund wearin’ space edition Dior You got a station, I got a scene— Bottle girls floatin’ in zero-G. Elon buildin’ stations, I’m runnin’ casinos Imported cappuccino, valet undercover, oooh its Duni Hey no photos! (no photos-s-s-s-s-s) [Chorus – glitched vocals, layered FX] Occupy Flex Base-Base-Base My name stamped on Martian dust (dust) Elon got tech, but I got martians trust (trust) Red Planet party, everything chopped and crushed (crrrrush) Occupy Flex Base—yeah I’m first to touch [Verse 2 – Fast Kool Keith Ramble Over Slow Beat] Elon called me twice, said “Don’t start the racket.” But my space ship already parked next to his rocket He tryna build, I already sell RichCoin now accepted on Martian Shell. Opened a mall with LV in the crater, Olympus Mons club, see you later. Imported wine from Neptune’s bay Swipe that Amex ohh I got Martian valet. Cyber staff takin’ tokens from the towns. Robots dress in Dior, space cowboys sippin’ tea, (with me) Michael Watts cut the tape, slow-chop my memory (my memory) [Bridge – chopped, surreal FX voice] Airlocks open — (open… open) Velvet ropes in hypnosis motion (motion, motion) Cybertrucks floatin — Versace on security… (curity… curity) This ain’t NASA… nahh… this is R-absolute purity. (Rabsolute Pure ity) [Verse 3 – swagger & humor] Richmond signature “R” glowin’ on Saturn’s jaw Projected in the strip mall bathroom stall SpaceX crew knockin’ like door-to-door salesmen Sorry bros, no wristbands — Martian bouncers tailin’ Spa on the deck, lobsters in the tub Martian masseuse with four arms pourin’ mud (mud, mud) Elon brought bots, I brought freak shows in capes-s-s-s-s He coded the moon, I remodeled the tapedecks. [Chorus – reprise with more vocal glitching] Occupy Flex Base-Base-Base (Base… Base… Base) I dropped beats, you dropped a probe (prooobe… prooobe) I brought glow, you brought a code (cooode… cooode) Richmond in mode, with the Martian payroll (roll… roll) [Outro – spoken story, slowed down, story fadeout] So, I, like opened the first mall in space... One lady asked if her Birkin could float.... I said, “It’s Richmond baby—gravity is optional.” Next thing I know, Elon knockin’ on my dome Said, “Bro… you win. But let’s collab.” I said, “Only if the crater’s name is Club Rrrr… slab.” Richmond! Cicada! We out-out-out (out)
