Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Earth People, artist - Dr. Octagon. Album song Dr. Octagonecologyst, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.1996
Record label: Bulk
Song language: English
Earth People |
First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer |
Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer |
Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power |
Equator ex my chance to flex skills on ampex |
With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze |
Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants |
More ways to blow blood cells in your face |
React with four bombs and six fire missiles |
Armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols |
You may not believe, livin' on the earth planet |
My skin is green and silver, warhead lookin' mean |
Astronauts get played, tough like the ukelele |
As i move in rockets, overriding, levels |
Nothing’s aware, same data, same system |
Chorus |
Earth people, new york and california |
Earth people, i was born on jupiter x4 |
Verse 2 |
Now my helmet’s on, you can’t tell me i’m not in space |
With the national guard united states enterprise |
Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet |
Comin' down the rampart through beam on the street |
Obsolete computes, compounds and dead sounds |
As i locate intricately independent |
Economic rhymer got savoury store food |
In capsule d my program is ability |
For a reaction and response to a no-one |
Identification code: unidentified |
I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face |
You recognised, so what? |
i turned invisible |
Made myself clear, reappeared to you visual |
Disappear again, zapped like a android |
Face the fact, i fly on planets every day |
My nucleus friend, prepare, i return again |
My 7xl is not yet invented |
Repeat chorus |
Verse 3 |
Space ranger, contact tubes, send synthetics |
I program one and go to earth through the fax machine |
My number’s seven-oh-nine seven-five-five six-e-l-three |
Computer file: nine-three |
Digital level, standing on the terminal |
Upside down through polygons fightin' pentagons |
Changin' blue skin, my brown colour’s comin' back |
I’m psychedelic this time, come in rainbow |
Look at the green lights and y’all see my brain glow |
Five colours: yellow, black and red and green… purple |