Spaceman - realeSt

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(intro) Praise (verse) My pencil left a burn When I wrote this Snacking on M-Cees Like they're made by Hostess What's your GOAT list? One, me Two, me Three, me Four, me Five If it ain't that, then it probably ain't right Locked in Like it's COVID Again, most men Are rotisseries, to my Chicken Marsala Don't be silly, got Hakuna Matata If you write a diss to me Then you got problems Oppossums Roadkill, you should stop talkin' So awesome Flow chill, but it's not awkward I make it all seem easy Peasy When I make it, y'all gon' wanna be me E.T., I'm on a different planet, they can't read me The weak I pop out they can't stand it they get heebie Jeebies How many bots does it take to get rich? Artists fought to exist Until they lost all their wits Drop a few hits Music for media feeds The media feeds Meaningless deeds, strategically making beats Just to please An algorithm They're out of rhythm And now the system Is watered down with drivel M-cees, at best, are like pistols I'm like a thousand big missiles Vladimir putin, wrappin' up nukes in Passion and truth, irrefutably Lackin' in half-assin' my moves They didn't know I could really rap I was holding back, 'cause lettin' it loose Like a whip after crackin' Would split y'all in half, and My half life is your lifespan in full 'Cause my legacy's lastin' Yeah (chorus) I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest (verse) Recently Declines in human decency We all tuned to different frequencies Divided so unevenly Can't see what y'all don't see in me My artistry is not recieved And part of me wants to believe It stems from authenticity Or lack thereof The industry is packed with nothin' Masked as somethin' Ain't that somethin'? Luckily I got the cure, the medication I'm Spaceman And this my fuckin' station Yeah, yeah I'm Spaceman, I'm Spaceman (and this my fuckin' station) Beggars can never be choosers Y'all beggin' for facts, but get hot When I use 'em I don't know the difference, 'tween Winners and losers I just show 'em the bomb, then I'm D.B. Cooper And if you know, then you know And if you don't then it's cool, sir I'm the GOAT, that They don't tend to Notice Beware, when I kick in the door And it's open, ain't Nobody safe Bitch it's hopeless Y'all smoke on my pride And it's potent Had to cover a smile when I wrote this I'll own it (chorus) I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest I'm ill, I'm ill, I'm ill The realest
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