(Apollo 11 - Moon Landing Skit)
Armstrong: This is Tranquility Base. The Eagle has landed, Jesus H Christ, Houston. We're on the f**ing moon, over
Duke: Roger Tranquility, we copy that. We can not believe you are on the f**ing, repeat, can not f**ing believe it, over. You're clear to hook up lunar equipment conveyors to walk, f**ing walk on the moon, over. Holy. Living. f**
(Verse 1):
I ain't really got time for time, in this life of mine
I gotta make like Optimus, be titled Prime
Picture every MC lookin' like Ray Charles
Once the kid shine, every man with a mic go blind
What a scene to be looking at (lookin at)
Hear it through the stereo and ask how I'm cookin' that
Their skull caps took ‘em back (yeah), by these gushing raps (uh)
Comprehend the bigger picture, lil' n***a straight pushin' stacks (word)
It's nothing to say, but can it be done?
Pops always on my back like, “what you wanna be son?”
I'm seein' greatness, and seein' my name on that pavement
Rockin' stages, world tours, it's outrageous
I'm clowning beats and causing tragedies
Going hard for the fam make ‘em proud of me
Settin' this ish off through the live galaxy
Roll up in that b**h, take that sh** and put the crown on me (houf)
They'll never hear the last of me
Cause imma live on through my musical rhapsodies
It's a fantasy, but what's a dream to a realist?
What's a king to a god and a faker to the realest?
(Hook)
Staying patient ‘till I've reached the ignition
Gather up the gear, commence the space mission
A young kid with a lot of ambition
The sh** too big, I don't wanna share my vision
Yeah, a couple dollars what I'm missin'
Uh, so I ain't gonna change my vision
Staying patient till I've reached the ignition
Gather up the gear, commence the space mission
(Verse 2):
I'm kinda pa**ionate about cashing checks and this rapping sh**
I'm on the right path but could've f**ed it up by trapping it (I could've f**ed it up)
But it ain't happening, rappers is what I'm damaging
They take a step back and ask me “what's up with the savaging?” (ayo, what's good?)
And of course, a blunt response is what is given
Middle fingers to opinions cause it's life I'm living
And where I'm living is made up of real counterfeits
All drug abusers and fake MC's making sour hits
But don't get me wrong I still got love for the south
The only bars that I'm seeing are comin' outta my mouth
And I pray these thirsty n***as make it outta the drought
You know I'm doing my thing, starvations what I'm about
But I'm about to eat, nah I'm about to feast
I was fresh to d**h, but I'm about deceased
I get caught up with the truth without a doubt a priest
But when n***as talk that (shh) I can't keep the peace
It leads the violence, I'm feeling vibrant
Rock up on the avenue I'm followed with the silence
All this shyness is shown to the highness
Yo, where the mic is? Let me show them who the nicest
Once I'm on, I ain't showing no mercy (nah)
To these ignant n***as acting like they haven't heard me
Ya heard me? That's word G (word)
But for now I'm climbing clouds like the birds be, G
(Hook)