Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Astronomical Kid Brooklyn What up, world? [Hook] I go in over and over again till I can't kick no more Homie, I'm a beast Rappers spit lines but they can't touch mine, you can see I'm on the grind now These artists is somethin' to eat What are they doin'? What are they doin'? Oh yeah, that's right, they bein' wack, they bein' wack I'm bringin' Hip-Hop back man, and this what I'ma do 'till it's over 'Till it's over It'll never be over [Verse 1:] Hol' up Now who told you it was over? I'm back like ya shoulder I'm 'bout to explode on a track, Supernova Ya hating like ya famous but homie I don't know ya It's like I'm 'bout to perform 'cause homie I'ma show ya If we pass out (uhhh) I don't mean comas You are not my brother (uhhh) you are just a Jonas Disney Channel Rappers, call up a replacement Ya album get more leaks than a basement Face it, you two-faced, I stop hatin' Like them boys did bullets from The Matrix I make hits, you make tricks, ha, clowns You got the colorful afro, I got the crown That's somethin' easy, I'm buggin' like a insect, ha Zip-lock bag style, homie I been fresh I do it right, I never went left My music play state-wide like a school test, uhhh [Hook] I go in over and over again till I can't kick no more Homie, I'm a beast Rappers spit lines but they can't touch mine, you can see I'm on the grind now These artists is somethin' to eat What are they doin'? What are they doin'? Oh yeah, that's right, they bein' wack, they bein' wack I'm bringin' Hip-Hop back man, and this what I'ma do 'till it's over 'Till it's over It'll never be over [Verse 2:] Uh I can't stop but even if I can stop, I'ma keep going Keep it sharper than a can top I got these haters head spinnin' like Bebop I bet you these other rappers could beat me on a beat....not It's BK 'till I'm takin' a nap in a casket These cats sweeter than treats in a Easter basket No away messages, but I got status It's music in my veins, I'm at the top, I'm a addict I could change ya life, all you gotta do is listen, uh I keep you tuned in like a subscription I'm tellin' you, I'm what the game's been missin' Hater I'm livin' the sweet life, London Tipton All I be rockin' is tight tees, fresh as Lipton I'm outta this world with the gift I've been given I'm iller than y'all cats, I-- Let it be known that I could spit one bar and send 'em runnin' home, uh [Hook] I go in over and over again till I can't kick no more Homie, I'm a beast Rappers spit lines but they can't touch mine, you can see I'm on the grind now These artists is somethin' to eat What are they doin'? What are they doin'? Oh yeah, that's right, they bein' wack, they bein' wack I'm bringin' Hip-Hop back man, and this what I'ma do 'till it's over 'Till it's over It'll never be over