PASSED EARTH E

Uh. So what's this then? It's an outer space ship. Uh, uh. Carson the pilot. Uh, uh, uh, uh. New production. Uh, uh, uh, uh. This one's called Past Earth. Uh, uh. Oh yeah, we zoning. Turn the lights Off. Off. Cut the mic out. Turn the rifle on. Knock the lights out. Out. Who, me? It's the star on the rise. Flash the nine in your face and call the Stars in your eyes. What's your name, dun? Name, dun. Young Teff, don't leave me in the room with Raw beef, I'm a gun chef. Clip to the tip, but I treat them like It's one left. Arm with the lead, I make your head like Cornbread. Arm, leg, a leg, a arm, Head, that's how the corn spread. Call me Johnny Blaze. Blaze. These niggas lukewarm. I got the flake, it's in the loose form. Between me and you, it's rare like a unicorn. Rap food in the bamboo, I'm a cane flipper. Process by the hour, I'm a chain builder. Call me Teflon da Gun, I'm still the same Nigga. I got samples for the fiends, I tell them take a picture. The trap don't stop until I make the cake, Vicious. You knock me down, I'm bouncing back like A wrestler. You OGs are washed, I got tinies That will press on you, stretch on you. School of Hard Knocks, I'm the lecturer. Know the rules, if you get sucked, there ain't No giving back. See I'm like Biggie Smalls, You more like Gorilla in Black. Still slap it off, broad day, we don't give A toss. Smack in the clip, I whip it Harder than Mickey Rourke. I You ain't know how my camp do this. Gram movers, young Frank Lucas. Broad I swear to God, I'm like the best At it. Why? Tear the Glock and share the Shots, I'm like a sket addict. You think the rest can hack it, then you Take a test and stab it. That's it like it's not mine, I let the Rest have it. Raw with the rhymes and with The bars, it's so accurate. And I don't pose, I clap a hole in Foes, it's so immaculate. I know it's tragic, kid, but Teflon, I'm backing This. And if you see me creep in one Deep, I'm probably packing it. You know me. Still screaming, "Fuck the other Sides." I'm probably riding, I was scheming who to Rob tonight. Okay. Catch him by the car gleaming as he cross The lights. Him. I like the pizza extra cheesy, Probably drop the swine. No pepperoni, no anchovies, probably the-drop it. Came from the back blocks where the homies love To toss the dice. And it can cost you Your life, you heard, the block's my wife. About to cop a couple choppers, turn the dots To rice. Young gun is back hard, must out-air The haters. We leave you out scarred and dusted When we spray the fragrance. Back off and wake the neighbors. Neighbors. We roll with radiators. We play the waiter, serve you free of charge, So save your paper. You heard, so don't mistake Us. We pray the roads don't waste us. We We grabbing pumps and slam dunking like we Play for Lakers. Paper chasers, slow the money down In the Acer Slayer. Estates a crazy maze, What makes it worse is Jakes'll take you to A cold cell or even worse, to a wasted Grave, bruv. Do-do the one-on-one, we stomp you out In '88, yeah. The other option, gun-on-gun, I'll take you to your maker. Sket, for sket, I rep the best, I turn Your chest to graters. We do the Star Wars without the Sabers. Exit wounds through your car doors and talking Lasers. It's rare