Third Stone From The Sun Lyrics

Third Stone From The Sun

Here come the pecker 

Wood mic wrecker 

Sweet like nectar 

MC
selector 

Come again, keep the style I'm bustin' 

You think I'm
droppin' acid ???only super cold does it??? 

Feel the rushin' through your
blood and cerebellum 

And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin'


So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust your melon 

Then I spit out the
seed, you got dirty deeds 

You're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek don't
sleep 

Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deep

And talk is cheap,
kid, it's time to make moves

It's time to make capital gains with my
brains

The song remains, the same as it ever was

And you can say my
crew's fallin' but it never does 

I'm white chocolate, clockwork
apocalypse

Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual 

My interplanetary
sub-galactic tactic 

Got ya wearin' vests like prophylactics 

My verbal
waters rock your sons and daughters 

And I'll tell more lies than priests
and rabbis 

And all the allies put together in a cipher 

My skin's my
cell, no parole on my life



CHORUS: 

Doin' time on the third stone
from the sun 

Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun 

I'm dealin'
with the pressures, son, life ain't fun 

Doin' time on the third stone from
the sun



I'll be gettin' down and dirty by 2030 

Sippin' off my
forty, out deep in your shorty

Lordy, glory, hallelujah 

Like a big
Samoan my sig's gonna boo ya

Do-a-ditty, oh what a pity 

I'm blowin' up
the spot like Oklahoma City 

We might terrorism and hold plagerism

And
blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major 'ism 

If you got sob stories, kid,
don't tell me 'bout 'em 

'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm a lift you
outta 'em

With two shots to your bid, I ain't playin' kid 

I know the
games that you runnin' and all the things you did 

And you'll say 'holy
cow' if my gun go blaow

Click-bang, watch me do my thang 

My element's
in order, my attribute's eternal

And all you duck MC's are smellin' just
like the Colonel 

You're all fried chicken with your back side
lickin'

I'll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin' 

Out
your eye socket and if I wanna cock it 

I play remelzee and pull it out my
pocket 

I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket 

Yeah, I play
remelzee and pull it out my pocket



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