Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Star Destroyer, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Album song E&A, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Star Destroyer |
Just mail me your titles now and save the public embarrassment |
You never even battled how the fuck are you arrogant? |
No wonder why you’re screamin' to the night it seems like no one’s listening |
Cause you’re just one tiny beam of light in this whole solar system |
Your creation is a fallacy to rap |
Didn’t calculate your mass before your galaxy collapsed |
Comin' harder for ya some heartless voyager |
Star destroyin' soldiers killin' constellations bringin' realness back |
Yeah, you motherfuckers can’t apologize |
On the tables or the mic, you choose how you die |
I never came across a rapper that I’m scared of |
Cause ain’t an emcee in this universe I can’t tear up |
I’m really iller than anybody, buddy I’ll bloody your body |
Your cruddy thoughts are probably as soft as silly puddy |
I’m in a different dimension when rockin' a drum beat |
Not even a star’s gravitational pull can touch me |
And that goes for you and whoever you stand in space with |
Man you’re wasted, light years behind the standard basics |
Face it you ain’t shit in this game |
End your career the way it started, with a Big Bang |
(Never no super star, I’m more like a planet) |
«That's that new Star Destroyer cut I was tellin' you about» |
«Dude dude, this shit is tight, dude, this, hey, this beat is dope. |
Yo |
You gonna lemme spit some shit?» |
«Yeah» |
«I got some shit that would go with that one verse?» |
«That one I heard of right?» |
«Yeah right here. |
It’s this one right here.» |
Yo, cease with the star gazin' |
It’s the two baddest who bring meteoric numbers of crews ravaged |
Talent, we do have it, but ya’ll gaseous whitish blue masses? |
NO |
Only pew bastards who’s asses exude gasses |
Unstellar your true status |
You faggots, get it straight |
Dead is the only way you featherweights |
May get chances to levitate towards heaven’s gates |
Stop buggin', how can the sky be the limit? |
When orbitting scrotum and jock rubbin' |
Crotch tuggin', strokin' and cock huggin' |
Over me you got nothin' |
Decipher distance and spot rushin |
Shot solar hot pluggin |
With us you are not fuckin |
That’s obvious, stay in a state of disarray |
While we color the cosmos with creations they could only wish to make |
We trooper soldiers, time it takes you bitter Cub Scouts |
To figure us out will make the Sun supernova and Big Dipper rust out |
Get the fuck out your fanatical state of fantasy |
Ain’t no accident we saturate your world with tragedy |
Outerspace, your doom zone |
Comet’s tail chok ya' yolk broke ya |
Metaphysical footprints near your Milky Way tombstone |
You’ve shown nothin but reason for us to destruct your feeble productions |
Leader’s leavin' elitist medias crushed in |
Boldly go where no man has gone before |
Unkillable horde of syllable lords |
Born breech bearing balls bigger than body for bodying of bitch boys |
Best ever earth and birth bound to umbilical chords |
Told we flow how no clan has flowed and more |
Bad bro, intergallactic abomination, comp debasin' |
Monster waitin' to stomp ya face in upon confrontation |
Fatso with mad flow E&A track slow collabo |
Attack mode blackhole, chomp ya statement swallow entire constellation |