OG Hindu Kush - Grey Alien Suits lyrics

[Verse 1 - Loe Pesci & Osa] Only thing I got for b**hes is hard co*k and amnesia She blew for the white dot (blue with the white dot) like Bartholomew's sneakers Your girl humping my leg? Now you co*kblocking my femur Yeah you see her - she lying - you do not gotta believe her Cause she got prominent features: a whole lot in her t-shirt Look so hot in some sneakers, cold rocking Adidas Poke, gargle and queef her, you know the type that rolls with Provocative leeches that's blow-jobbin' your peoples While saying her tits are real...but pardon? I see the scarring And post-operative features. You hoes not gonna see us If me and Osa was reaching, the mic we Quahoggin like Peter hosting with Cleveland Just play it low like hard bottoms and cellos, Jordan V's is my retros Joyriding the metro, we skippin' steps Like bar-hopping with streakers, chart topping with demos God honest, I said so, god-body your reefer And since only five percent of y'all cop proper sativa Ain't got five on it either, went bankrupt for the leisure Since we invested in the Bob Marley center for research For you, she uptight, shouldn't be gossiping either You got a problem? - Oughtta talk to ya leaders, pop locking with creatures Watch ya body parts frost in our freezer It ain't the type of flick that your box office would feature We picking pockets, cross-walking with seniors Take aim at the youth cause small coffins is cheaper [Hook] sh** ain't changed since the days of the stoop And the labels ain't pay to recoup Since we spent our advance paper and loot - on Grey Alien Suits And tricked NASA into making the space station a booth (x2) [Verse 2 - Loe Pesci & Osa] Stay caged in a zoo, ball hog with the cleaver Stay sharp on the court, play par for the course Got an arsenal for war like there's Spartans at your door So while d**h's at your back, we stay stalking the reaper It's out the ball park to the bleachers We teach em how to pull cards like Hallmark workers at Easter, son Seizures can happen if we keep on rapping It's not proper procedure to talk back to us either Knock knock, let's see if his snot-box is a bleeder Cause you dripping, I ain't missing no hot sauce in my Caesar Managed by Richard Branson, we surf the Atlantic Feeding the poor and famished while planning tours to your planet Merge with Virgin Galactic, photon your whole song Traveled back in time and gave birth to this rap sh** Foolproof Moon Boots, Bluetooth goon crew George Lucas storm-troopers all useless, who you? We sh** on earth, so by liftoff we half as light We orbit in space, playing skip rock with satellites I'm asking nice, no mask and knife Don't make us turn your puny planet's afterparties to disaster sites [Hook] [Verse 3 - Loe Pesci & Osa] Spraypaintin ya roof, then i vacate the Duluth Whole clique yelling shieeeett like Clay Davis' crew If lyrics come after beats, we stack paper for Boots So go 'head, keep claiming y'all fake statements is truth It's back to the basics, milk crates full of tunes Stay caving ya roof, make craters and souffle- you haters is through Our tours are live as a vacay with The Roots So if you catch us at a show, we hi-hater your crew Bye, later, get lost Why hate on our flaws? Cause we fly greater than you? Use skyscrapers as shoes? My estate's in space So from the tri-state to the blind face of the moon We high raising the roof, if you rhyme great as my crew We buy spaceships in two's, yo my spaceship's a coupe And mine's spacious and huge - got five acres of room You should try bathe in a pool with some primates in a zoo Rocketman backpacks, we got that like school's in session Our tools and weapons is ski masks for 2-11s Three channel booster engine, pre-amps, for tube compression So lean back and leave flat like two dimensions Can't work the boards? We give freelance computer lessons Remix ya cheap hits and revamp the booth you step in Mortgage ya storage and Re/Max the room you rentin' C-Span for supervillains, recap the news at seven [Hook]