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satellite high - stan spudowski lyrics

[intro]
apc brakka
patta para jacka
desert boot clarks
ray ban splanga
apc brakka
patta para jacka
desert boot clarks
ray ban splanga

[verse 1]
waiting for the bus in the rain… nah, run that
little devil, snapback on my dunce cap
willie mayes, home-runner till you’re done, cat
bartman, dude, you’re a bummer in a cubs hat
f-ck dubstep drops, man, i got slap
rap game philip gl-ss, and you’re scott stapp
metaphoring, bring the kettle and the pot back
good’s subjective, but i know it’s not that
get live on the mic with props
and just hanging on the burner cuz i like it hot
track dead, this a murder, better call the cops
game gets bl–dy and it’s hard to watch
j-will taking gnarly shots
just chewing on a gl-ss till your barley hops
i’ma sn-tch keith’s liquor, smoke marley’s pot
and blow lines on a f-cking icarly spot
(i get rude)

[hook]
hey kids, better recognize
x-ray’s metal, got electric eyes
got the game unsettled when i maximize
laser-pointer spitter leaving cats surprised
just trace on the wall like what
draw sp-ce on the wall like what
no mistakes on the wall anyway
kool-aid man break through the wall like “heeey”

[verse 2]
haters do what they can to house me
staple-gun spitting, i am stan spudowski
in your spot, get your man to bounce me
‘fore i rush up, make your biggest fans announce me
wreck shop like a bull in china
make a crowd want to move like the forty-niners
open mic rappers, you’re corny whiners
dio up in denny’s, this a holy diner
hold the line cuz i’m letting it go slack
ghost unrepentant putting coal in your smokestack
most raps unsettling, i never can go back
gold caps of melanin, i’m dyeing my soul black
put your dukes down, grab your pencil
hope you test better than the cr-p you stencil
make your chest shatter like a gl-ss utensil
i was born with the sk!lls; rap’s prehensile

[verse 3]
to the letter, i’m better than compet-tors
even veterans benefit from my rhetoric’s impact, i’m gettin the
credit for setting the rhyme predator styles
without needing a proofreading editor, et cetera, while
you cats getting upset or, like, g-ssed up – unleaded
i said it; it’s real – a step above synthetic
prophetic force foretold of my birth; telekinetic
when i snap the mic into my hand like a prosthetic
call a medic – i’m rolling through, you know my sh-t’s authentic
i occupy an edit, son, i ninety-nine percent it
listen up when i let it off, or better yet appreciate the presence
of a better bomb ticking when you set it
broadcast in a minute; fast-internet it
put you on blast, a kicking-your–ss epidemic
league champ, move fast for the pennant
light-headed when you get it again and again and again, it’s…

[outro]
clap your hands, everybody
and everybody just clap your hands
and if you like how i say it from the front to the back
all my people, let me hear you say “yeah”

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