Star Destroyer - Eyedea & Abilities

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