LA Chase - Voyager 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Cosmic Rock] Yo, Mic Check... Cosmic Rock in the street is where I be You TV imitating rappers get your sh** from Glee I'm cruising, burning tree but watch my leather seat Cuz I'll stop the car and leave you on your feet Let's bring it back To the golden age of rap Where they wouldn't jump up on the mic knowing that they're whack Please leave the militia to attack Just get the f** back while I rip up the track You silly cracker jack, you're a snack to my wolf pack Being brutally honest, you ain't much to look at You not a man, understand that you're whack What you think I can't spit a rap cuz I'm not black? Please, Slim Who the f** let you in? Only true rappers are allowed to come and sin So I'm going to be your North Star to guide you once again I know you've had enough, but to be dead, you can't pretend So, let the drums bang. Let the guns bang Me and my gang stay trill in this thing I put so much time in all of my rhyming It's strictly for my fans and not for the diamonds But I can't lie, bro I gotta stay shining But family's first, that's why I'm always grinding I strive to be better. Get the cheddar and the feta Lyrics so smooth, make the hunnies get wetter I really really really want a Corvette-ahh So till then I'm blasting Lyrical Berettas All you fake MCs will get mother f**ing wet up But whatever. You will never ever be better than moi Yeah, uh So, au revoir I'm gone. Gone. Gone. Yeah Gone...gone. b**h, I'm f**ing gone