Star Destroyer

(álbum: E&A - 2004)

(Never no super star, I'm more like a planet)

Just mail me your titles now and save the public embarrassment
You never even battled how the fuck are you arrogant?
No wonder why you're screaming to the night it seems like no one's listening
Cause you're just one tiny beam of light in this whole solar system
Your creation is a fallacy to rap
Didn't calculate your mass before your galaxy collapsed
Coming harder for ya some heartless voyager
Star destroying soldiers killing constellations bringing realness back
Yeah, you motherfuckers can't apologize
On the tables or the mic, you choose how you die
I never came across a rapper that I'm scared of
Cause ain't an emcee in this universe I can't tear up
I'm really iller than anybody, buddy I'll bloody your body
Your cruddy thoughts are probably as soft as silly puddy
I'm in a different dimension when rocking a drum beat
Not even a star's gravitational pull can touch me
And that goes for you and whoever you stand in space with
Man you're wasted, light years behind the standard basics
Face it you ain't shit in this game
End your career the way it started, with a Big Bang

(Never no super star, I'm more like a planet)

"That's that new Star Destroyer cut I was telling you about"
"Dude dude, this shit is tight, dude, this, hey, this beat is dope. Yo
You gonna lemme spit some shit?"
"Yeah"
"I got some shit that would go with that one verse?"
"That one I heard of right?"
"Yeah right here. It's this one right here."

Yo, cease with the star gazing
It's the two baddest who bring meteoric numbers of crews ravaged
Talent, we do have it, but ya'll gaseous whitish blue masses? NO
Only pew bastards who's asses exude gasses
Unstellar your true status
You faggots, get it straight
Dead is the only way you featherweights
May get chances to levitate towards heaven's gates
Stop bugging, how can the sky be the limit?
When orbitting scrotum and jock rubbing
Crotch tugging, stroking and cock hugging
Over me you got nothing
Decipher distance and spot rushin
Shot solar hot pluggin
With us you are not fuckin

That's obvious, stay in a state of disarray
While we color the cosmos with creations they could only wish to make

We trooper soldiers, time it takes you bitter Cub Scouts
To figure us out will make the Sun supernova and Big Dipper rust out

Get the fuck out your fanatical state of fantasy
Ain't no accident we saturate your world with tragedy

Outerspace, your doom zone
Comet's tail chok ya' yolk broke ya
Metaphysical footprints near your Milky Way tombstone

You've shown nothin but reason for us to destruct your feeble productions
Leader's leaving elitist medias crushed in

Boldly go where no man has gone before
Unkillable horde of syllable lords
Born breech bearing balls bigger than body for bodying of bitch boys
Best ever earth and birth bound to umbilical chords
Told we flow how no clan has flowed and more
Bad bro, intergallactic abomination, comp debasing
Monster waiting to stomp ya face in upon confrontation
Fatso with mad flow E&A track slow collabo
Attack mode blackhole, chomp ya statement swallow entire constellation