Ancient Astronaut Musical Theorists

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ancient astronaut lyrics suggest You should put the mic down, we're unimpressed Your pray for the fam is suggest and blessed the possessed Music regress, you should give it a rest, look This for the sleepers battling the reaper Eye for an eye, jeepers creepers Less hype beasts, uh, give us more leaders On that U.N.I.T.Y., shoutout Latifah Rather have a queen over diva, overseas visa Give your boy credit, I turn 'em into believers Over jazz beats flowing from the brain with stealth kills Silently been murdering the game Verbal [?], tongue is sharp as Ginsu Uncomfortable in your own skin, Captain Ginyu And we continue to give 'em what they want Give 'em what they want Give em what they want Jazz SpaceMan live in effect I don't lie for respect Shuck and jive for a check, uh uh They already mock us in media Even cartoons, big lipped, jive-talkin' buffoons Call us baboons, we only rap, ball or croon Social media poison consumed Blew eyes on the moon Space in my horizon Playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, in my mind I'm devising a plan And I'ma get there someday Tell the stars I'm on my way Nothing can stop me now On my cloud, won't knock me down You can try but it won't work Unemployed, can't avoid Mother Earth When it's time to pay dues that we owe to the land We forsake and destroy yet they tryin' to expand Please, the earth's in danger Why do heroes consider us strangers? Man, it's our fault 'cause we're douche bags More concerned about ourselves and a few stacks But I'm off that, back to the lounge dreamland, where I hold the crown Music is the most beautiful thing I found Where I can drown out the world and build my own through sound Ancient astronaut theorists [Verse 2] Ancient astronaut lyrics suggest SkyBlew is not the one to test when it comes to the pen I'm Donnie Yen with a paintbrush Microphone slayed at a faint touch Thinking of dissing me? You should be ending that In a flash, you'll forget that thought, no Men In Black Aliens, yeah I'm into that Wrote this song on a spacecraft Multiply, divide and conquer, I hate math Still grind if I'm injured Only n-word I relate to is inward Forward motion through commotion A beast has awoken Me and Scottie Royal the Extraordinary Showmen When I was homeless all I had was music To get me through 'em cold nights, I'll forever choose it Jazz in the Blew sent the soul treble flows from tongue Yeah I'm hungry, all my life settled for crumbs High pitched but I'm voicing my vibrations Imagination creation through innovation To help 'em in this nation of damnation I'm freeing minds from the plantation This is mental elevation Put 'em on game-emulation No peppermint patties but they get the sensation, melodic stimulation Ancient astronaut musical theorists Jazz SpaceMan, uh, vibes for the spirit, gone