[Hook: Satellite High]
How you kick it when you got no legs?
How you spit when you got no voice?
Can't change nothing about this man
This is my sh** kid you, ain't got no choice
Why you silent when you should make noise?
Why you quiet when you should get loud?
Why you silent when you should make noise?
Why you quiet when you should get loud?
[Verse 1: Satellite High]
I'm on the honor roll
This dude is on a roll
And those are h*mophones that's super f**ing common, yo
So call it college rap, but did I go to college? No
Don't matter what you call it, kid you f**ing bought it though
What's a comet, yo?
Lie like that Apollo show and
And y'all are home alone, alone for homes is h*mophones
So call em h*mophones, don't matter what you call it man
Don't say no h*mo, though, I'm hot under the collar fam
Sweat adobo, drink tequila out the bottle and
My pilot auto, I'm a jump it like the throttle can
And keep it freezing like there's ice inside my body man
My sh** be Robin Hood and y'all Sheriffs of Nottingham
Don't matter what you call it
Call it what you f**ing will
And I'm a dash and leave my enemies the f**ing bill
Don't think I wouldn't
You don't know me and I f**ing will
Got people jacking how I do it cause the flow is [beep]
[Hook: Satellite High]
[Verse 2: Satellite High]
Sharp like the creases on a new shirt
Only move crooked, Q*bert
Want to try to f** around, man, you'll hurt
Dudes doing Cobain like the new Kurt
I'm Stuart, rock Kiplinger
Got you spinning on my finger like a rip stinger
Cranberries, how I let it linger
Telling Trailer Park Boys I'm a sh**-bringer
No time for reality, I wreck tracks
Straight pumping out a beat, this a s** act
Blessed with a real live intellect that connects even if you take the text back
Mexican poo when I spit real hot and this rap tight
Strong grip, hanging on: Stalactite
Clawing at your face, it's a cat fight
Terminator leave a crater at the blast site (boom)
Your clothes, your boots, your bike
Keep it real hard, man, f** what you like
Kids love how I shut down the mic
Surgery at home when I cut on the mic
Y'all clowns, saying “What's what!” on the mic
Rhymes that sound like your bu*t on the mic
Get slammed, doors shut on the mic
When the sound man mad, just cutting the mic
And I k** it, Charles Dutton the mic
Bound up tight, King Tut on the mic
Even in Bizarre Worlds nothing is right
Satellite got something you like, all right
I keep it moving
Keep them shuffling
Right out through the doors, something
Dude's better back off when I'm hunting
Got the watch cap and the bull dog grunting
[Hook: Satellite High]