Lyrics Alien Manuscript - Diabolic

Alien Manuscript

Yo, I’m the epitome of sick.
I’ll live in infamy
Spitting a written history depicting my vision vividly
The industry’s clearly tripping when I start a movement
Like Timothy Leary giving LSD to Harvard students
A sharpshooting marksman when the target’s moving
I’m a fusion of the greatest parts from humans and a Martian mutant
Toured the world, got cigars from Cubans
Then sparked a doob in Amsterdam with Asians saying, «Fahrvergnügen»
Tomorrow’s blueprint.
Today, my bars and mic connect
Ahead of its time, spitting rhymes I haven’t started writing yet
I’m the archetype.
I’m not an artist like the rest
I’m picture-perfect without Photoshopping dark and light effects
And, yes, I got regrets.
Understand I’m sharing that
But kept my guard up longer than Buckingham in bearskin hats
I should open up and trust my fans to care, in fact
But I really need to know what the fuck this man is staring at
I’m sick of hearing that voice stuck inside my head
Like Simon says, «Diabolic, let the virus spread»
Still the illest cat—alive or dead.
The raps we have-
-‘ll drive you crazier than Travis Bickle in a taxi cab
Got these tacky fad rappers breaking out the lab
'Cause heads are fake like paper mâché to escape from Alcatraz
Countless fags thinking their computer screen is armor
Transforming to superheroes on the web like Peter Parker
I won’t be a part of that.
This the Art of Rap
From artists prophesized in carvings scratched on artifacts
Neanderthals drawing me rocking a starter hat
While aliens from Mars attack as the moon stars collapse
I have read your manuscript, my friend.
You plan on rising from peasant to king.
You are quite dangerous.
I have just the potion for you
Now maybe I’m just tripping.
Or what have I been sipping?
Summoned to the other side by souls of mummified Egyptians
Seeing my forefathers love the stuff that I’ve been spitting
And respect the drive of a guy stuck in my position
Those I’m governed by try corrupting my decisions
Like correction officers who smuggle drugs inside a prison
But I have risen, reached the top of Mount Olympus
And cast Zeus to the outer limits somewhere south of Venice
A Menace like O-Dog, but learned some new tricks
My bars shine—now the dark side of the moon’s lit
Bright enough to see the aliens in cruise ships
And differences in the landing filmed by Stanley Kubrick
Imagine you mixed Nas, Wu, and Q-Tip
With Fu-Schnicks and Eminem on Rawkus—I'm what you get
Now the shoe fits a dude strapping two sticks
Of dynamite with the fuse lit to your new kicks
And I don’t give two shits.
I’m dropping science here
Superhuman in disguise, I am not as I appear
I’m the Viking warlord atop the biosphere
Who could body cops in riot gear with rocks and flying spears
My career’s the return of God that Mayans feared
When I appear on vinyl, your tribe’ll clock the final years
Shots collide with beers and I’m a shock to eyes and ears
The legend of my predecessors, getting props from pioneers
And to my peers, I’m Superman but sinister
I’ll rule the land from Hoover Dam to the Yucatan Peninsula
A visitor from outer space taking human form
Detonating a fusion bomb in the booth when music’s on
Ahahahahaha.
I see you are not of this world.
You may have gotten the best of
me this time.
I’ll see you on the other side