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• Artiste: Non-Prophets
• Titre: Spaceman
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Breaker, breaker 1 9 I'm in outer space with a microphone Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) The like me now In a nightgown a tin foil hat Journey in a world we destroyed and attacked Mommy wants you to give her lubricant oiled back The dirt farm hands kick dust skinned soiled Black radicals packageble wrappedable shackled in padded rooms And acting like a bag in a womb Can't we all just get along... stick and beat the shit out of each other with it? Ha Ride the rhythm like the women who ain't even trying to win if the prize is a ribbon These are the times that we live in when opportunity knocks only to be notified of eviction I called the public housing authority and let them know there's a new sheriff in town Now they're calling me the space man I wasn't scared to die until the government cut my air supply Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) The like me now A pipe bomb up my sleeve A secret hand shake like you wouldn't believe Now peep the landscapes and take a good look at the trees It's get pretty lonesome around these parts so bring a good book to read Single celled amoebas evolved into simpletons who started singing "Jingle Bells" for Jesus Knock to knocker, teaching Jesus brings Cause the Bibles a good read like Steven King's "Rings And Things" So many wasted nights cuddling with shadow people who couldn't wait to be replaced by the light Take your life as a joke, hey Phife , gravity don't float Tell Natalie it's over, cause I found a new cold shoulder to die on She signs on and finds me within one click of an icon My god has it come to this? I'm the space man and you're a filthy fucking bitch Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) The like me now White lies don't count like my vote, a type of guess without a message to promote When asian women get drunk they felt or they flew but they don't What the hell do I know beyond the harmful contents of coke? Take a sip and think destructive, my opponent wants to fuck to live beyond the moment She's a pill called "Easy Killer" there she goes again in my sleepy sliver Sneaky ain't she? I knew her steez she reps resent with no regret With a dream catchers grow on trees I leave to collect all my thoughts, when they say they'll cover me it just means they'll forget their wallets I was built with a til tinted beam on a scale of 1 - 10 your a double digital guilt machine Silk screened and pegged leggedable pirated radio dj with a parrot that acts a loof Your Annie Difranco shaped hats and moose my blind side is hooked up to ideas with some carrot juice There's ain't no such thing as rap music, I'm the space man, get used to it, stupid Up wipe me down Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down) The like me now