Starz

[Hook]

My people come from stars

But not that far away

But y'all know who we are

There's really not much else to say

[Verse 1]

How you gonna race with a spaceman

Who walks with pride and grace through the wasteland

Do not attempt to embrace or shake hands

Unless you been blessed by Acey the Faceman

I'm from a place where the bass from the late jams

Snaps all the elastic and waist bands

And cracks through the plastic on raybans

Get your colorways dunked in a paint can

It ain't the funk if you can't dance

How you gonna front when you ranked last

Fuck a high class function with stank-ass snobs

My jobs getting drunk with the wait staff

Fuck a dunce from the late class

We in the lab with the bunsons that break glass

This is rap for the monks on the 8 paths

Those still getting crunk need a late pass

[Bridge x2]

When we were kids we would listen and believe

We had a need that felt like a sickness to go a long distance

To fuck with an emcee

No prescription if this is your disease

[Verse 2]

There's been a breach in the fortress

Nobody here speaks from the cortex

A leaked gem from the Swim Team

Is fiended for like tweak in the northwest

Not for real but it's getting there

I'm ice cold like the tap on your Frigidaire

I kick raps when kicks snap tremendous snare

Causes the big blap that pauses the click track

If you run outta gauze then get the gift rap

Don't talk tall then fall from the kickback

The Swim Team's big black walk-on

Kicking facts with mismatched socks on

Impact like this track with dropped bomb

Yell 'fuck yes' if you know what's next [fuck yes!]

Those still quiet are suspect

Butterflies in the belly stomach bubble upset

[Hook]