Текст Open Mike Eagle – Starz

My people come from stars
But not that far away
But y’all know who we are
There’s really not much else to say

How you gonna race with a spaceman
Who walks with pride and grace through the wasteland
Do not attempt to embrace or shake hands
Unless you been blessed by Acey the Faceman
I’m from a place where the bass from the late jams
Snaps all the elastic and waist bands
And cracks through the plastic on raybans
Get your colorways dunked in a paint can
It ain’t the funk if you can’t dance
How you gonna front when you ranked last
Fuck a high class function with stank-ass snobs
My jobs getting drunk with the wait staff
Fuck a dunce from the late class
We in the lab with the bunsons that break glass
This is rap for the monks on the 8 paths
Those still getting crunk need a late pass

When we were kids we would listen and believe
We had a need that felt like a sickness to go a long distance
To fuck with an emcee
No prescription if this is your disease

When we were kids we would listen and believe
We had a need that felt like a sickness to go a long distance
To fuck with an emcee
No prescription if this is your disease

There’s been a breach in the fortress
Nobody here speaks from the cortex

My people come from stars
But not that far away
But y’all know who we are
There’s really not much else to say