| Verse 1- Mega Ran
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| The situation is snafu’d an alien race done kidnapped my rap crew
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| To get em back, I got permission to do what I have to
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| The year is 2300, i hunt Kaiju who don’t wanna be hunted
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| Stick long swords in the stomach
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| I’m a robeast, roll deep on yo street at a slow creep
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| And throw heat at Those who oppose me
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| The intergalactic champ- brandishing weapons
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| Through a narrow spectrum
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| All of my recon is dead I reckon-
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| We all in, I was crestfallen by what happened
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| In New New Orleans — a foreign alien ordinance is coming for it
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| Ayo they say they gone drop the bomb
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| Looks like a job for Mega Ran and Dr. Octagon
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| (Kool Keith)
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| Doctor reppin' choose any weapon
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| Catch a space chick pregnant
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| My Nassau flight
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| Aerodynamic adventure
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| Ultraman spectacular, giant aliens
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| Destroying monsters like lobsters
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| Colossal region, I’m on the ship on the weekend
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| Asteroid glide.
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| She show her cleavage
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| I scoop her in the galaxy maneuvers
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| I’m Jackie I’m Stewart
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| Rolling through the black hole affluent…
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| With influence
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| (Wordburglar)
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| Woke up from cryo-sleep in a sommnambulator
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| Exposed to gamma rays, may grow antlers later
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| Horny in space, business as usual
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| Used to play Last Starfighter at my cubicle
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| Before getting assigned to my team at 19
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| Now the finest machines are intertwined with my genes
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| I combine my mind to read alien thought patterns
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| Which comes in handy, if you don’t want your spot splattered
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| But I’d rather star travel the heavenly cluster
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| With space cougars like Beverly Crusher
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| So, if the other crew start asking where are they?
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| Tell them the Captain’s Log had a Stardate
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| Alien Raiders done knocked the fence down
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| Guess we’re last line of defense now
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| Scanners is tweaking guess it’s intense now
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| Tell em to give it up, or get it down
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| Get it down
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| Get it down
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| Get it down
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| Tell em to give it up or get it down
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| Get it down
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| Get it down
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| Tell em to give it up or get it down
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| (Wordburglar)
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| Wordburg in my vertitech mech I catch wreck
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| Transform into a star-jet and trek into heck
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| Commanding Skull Squardron dodging cheapshots
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| From Alien Legions — Zentraedi to Ewoks
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| Ones with 2 heads like Zaphod Beeblebrox
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| Speaking in Beatbox and lookin like people’s socks
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| Then In my 3 O’clock I see a heat seeker
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| My man Mega Ran cranking beats from the speaker
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| (Keith)
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| I’m for operation without hesitation
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| My microchip planted in your chick
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| Leaning in my aircraft kinda sick
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| My wicked ebonics destroy
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| My adversaries atomic
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| I’m blasting off land and objects
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| You see the fiber optics
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| My aim drop the blob monsters, kid
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| The radar got you comatose
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| Real big, the ufos and frozen wigs
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| My visionary laser, I’m an astronaut major
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| (Ran)
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| All star blazer, Darth Vader
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| Promising a swift erasure to invaders
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| Walk the line, keep it hotter than lightsabers
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| A punch in a mouth, that’s what I call an icebreaker
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| Asteroid field shifting with misfits
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| Scooping alien chicks with my xeno-linguistics
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| Hirosihi Amano wit the physics, I literally kick ballistics
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| That soften your bones like rickets
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| My rockets are laser accurate
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| An aggregate of anything less is absolutely inadequate
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| Ultraman got the gun pad, my buster is charged
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| Sending savages like hundreds of yards
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| My bars, so hard, that they give me a sore throat
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| Mastered this, I’mma probably need a green sports coat
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| Beta capsule, escape pod ready
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| To turn enemies to confetti- you better aim steady |