the 3rd kind - shooting stars lyrics
[produced by mf doom]
[verse 1: capital st–z]
we need to stop k!llin’ these rappers
the body bags are pilin’ up, the feds are gonna catch us
when they smell the dank, they’ll be sendin’ for back up
then i’m on the run, fixed gear, peddlin’ backwards
suicide, it’s a suicide
pe, we got these n-ggas running like suicides
spittin’ old school raps like puma clyde’s
k!lluminati flow, right here is where the truth lies
no blonde hair or blue eyes
i ain’t getting blinded by this world, i’m too wise
roger that, we wavy like shark attacks
and stocking caps and don king, no boxing match
they said i was too fat for spittin’
so i took it back, came with that boom bap appearance
sh-t is from my lyrics, come and hear it in my spirit
and i plan to leave the game before my child can come and hear it
[verse 2: jakk the rhymer]
from grade school
we been trained in that trade, fool
that’s why i handle pro tools, like trade school
precision in rhyme, made cuts like a blade jewels
christian in ‘93, heard me kicking in the womb
cradle robbing, and made it ent-tled until we common
my ancestry foul, so i’m following my forefathers
polishing my cl-ssic sh-t
archaeologists, just bury me in the land of kings, where my father rest
d-mn son, we shining over the trees
they fell from these seeds something like our grandsons
and when it comes to flows, pro’s got ’em in the bag
taking over the field like pollen in a draft
scarecrow n-ggas quick to stick you in the back
cash bring judas and brutus out, beware yo
d-mn homie, this that sh-t for your soul
pro’s, been running underground like the railroad
[bridge: capital st–z]
the man in the mirror couldn’t stop me
i’m a shooting star
homie your top speed is mach 3
shooting stars
hopping rooftops with jakk and pow p
[outro: capital st–z]
just don’t let the cops see
don’t let the cops see
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