Kepler Syndrome

dynamic vocal delivery, conversational rap with sudden intensity shifts, emotionally charged spoken-word phrasing, rhythmically complex rap flows, syncopated phrasing, mid-verse flow changes, expressive timing, minimalist hip-hop production, moody jazz chords, sparse drums, raw West Coast influence, atmospheric tension, dark minimalist hip-hop, aggressive yet introspective, stripped-down beat, sharp emotional contrast

[Intro]
Countdown, 
T-minus 3, 2, 1
We are go for launch

[Verse]
I won't die here alone
This home's a liminal zone
Life is transitional,
A snapshot in a phone
Earth's just strata and bones
Go big or go home
Make life multi-planetary
Or rot in the loam
Build my rocket, my throne
Leave these feminist drones
fighting over the scraps 
Of a planet that's blown
Y'all in for some ontological shock
When I Slingshot off this rock
electrodynamics got me
Thinking like spock
I Live long and prosper
you Boil like frogs in a pot
You're not riding my coat tails 
Because Kling Ons get shot

[Chorus]
I got Kepler Syndrome
I got too many rocks 
Too many rocks to get off, yeah
I got Kepler Syndrome
I got too many rocks
Orbiting my ass,
And I'm tryin' to get off

[Verse 2]
I mentally mutiny
When I see a booty from another galaxy
Matter fact, I been known for grabbin' the butt!
I'm a pig, gamma-lorian guard, like Jabba the hutt!
I like 'em in the teeny, tiny, shiny gold bikinis,
Belly buttons out like I'm dreamin' of Jeannie
Ya'lls bellies out like you dream tubs of ice creamy
I got nothing against fat 
If its in the right places
But these ugly earth bitches store it
All in their faces
But submit an application
I'll review it on my preferences
Now just spin that butt around
 and show me your references
That Z axis leaves me breathless
The tidal forces tugging at my Jimmy John
Your coriolis force has got me
Spiraling toward oblivion

[Chorus]
I got Kepler Syndrome
I got too many rocks 
Too many rocks to get off, yeah
I got Kepler Syndrome
I got too many rocks
Orbiting my ass,
And I'm tryin' to get off

[Verse]

You say that you my baby mama,
But I know it can't be true!
'Cause I haven't hit rock bottom yet,
And I'd remember because that's you

Sharon

you delusional, 
brain on cruise control,
thinking I'd make you my wife

Swearin'

I  love you baby, 
as I kick your ass out the car  
at the nearest red light!

Got my money right, got my record clear,
I see the stars are rising, 
But when I look back 
you a black hole in the rearview mirror,
event horizon!

Don't need eyes to see where this is going, bitch, 
and you know I ain't blind,
when you spread your legs like a tractor beam
tryin to suck me inside!

[Spoken word] 
That his picture? Alright. Let me see. Ok, he got green skin. You see any green on me, bitch?  Eyes all big and shiny and black and shit. Nah. That ain't mine. Look like a fuckin...like a fucking Mars Attacks alien and shit

[Chorus]

I got Kepler Syndrome,
I got too many rocks, too many rocks to get off

Too many rocks, too many rocks to get off...

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[Intro] Countdown, T-minus 3, 2, 1 We are go for launch [Verse] I won't die here alone This home's a liminal zone Life is transitional, A snapshot in a phone Earth's just strata and bones Go big or go home Make life multi-planetary Or rot in the loam Build my rocket, my throne Leave these feminist drones fighting over the scraps Of a planet that's blown Y'all in for some ontological shock When I Slingshot off this rock electrodynamics got me Thinking like spock I Live long and prosper you Boil like frogs in a pot You're not riding my coat tails Because Kling Ons get shot [Chorus] I got Kepler Syndrome I got too many rocks Too many rocks to get off, yeah I got Kepler Syndrome I got too many rocks Orbiting my ass, And I'm tryin' to get off [Verse 2] I mentally mutiny When I see a booty from another galaxy Matter fact, I been known for grabbin' the butt! I'm a pig, gamma-lorian guard, like Jabba the hutt! I like 'em in the teeny, tiny, shiny gold bikinis, Belly buttons out like I'm dreamin' of Jeannie Ya'lls bellies out like you dream tubs of ice creamy I got nothing against fat If its in the right places But these ugly earth bitches store it All in their faces But submit an application I'll review it on my preferences Now just spin that butt around and show me your references That Z axis leaves me breathless The tidal forces tugging at my Jimmy John Your coriolis force has got me Spiraling toward oblivion [Chorus] I got Kepler Syndrome I got too many rocks Too many rocks to get off, yeah I got Kepler Syndrome I got too many rocks Orbiting my ass, And I'm tryin' to get off [Verse] You say that you my baby mama, But I know it can't be true! 'Cause I haven't hit rock bottom yet, And I'd remember because that's you Sharon you delusional, brain on cruise control, thinking I'd make you my wife Swearin' I love you baby, as I kick your ass out the car at the nearest red light! Got my money right, got my record clear, I see the stars are rising, But when I look back you a black hole in the rearview mirror, event horizon! Don't need eyes to see where this is going, bitch, and you know I ain't blind, when you spread your legs like a tractor beam tryin to suck me inside! [Spoken word] That his picture? Alright. Let me see. Ok, he got green skin. You see any green on me, bitch? Eyes all big and shiny and black and shit. Nah. That ain't mine. Look like a fuckin...like a fucking Mars Attacks alien and shit [Chorus] I got Kepler Syndrome, I got too many rocks, too many rocks to get off I got Kepler Syndrome, I got too many rocks, too many rocks to get off Too many rocks, too many rocks to get off...

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