Spaceman - Non Prophets

Perfectly quiet and unmenacing

In a nightgown a tin foil hat

Journey in a world we destroyed and attacked

Mommy wants you to give her lubricant oiled back

The dirt farm hands kick dust skinned soiled

Black radicals packageble wrappedable shackled in padded rooms

And acting like a bag in a womb

Can’t we all just get along… stick and beat the shit out of each other with

it?

Ride the rhythm like the women who ain’t even trying to win if the prize is a

ribbon

These are the times that we live in when opportunity knocks only to be notified

of eviction

I called the public housing authority and let them know there’s a new sheriff

in town

Now they’re calling me the space man

I wasn’t scared to die until the government cut my air supply

A pipe bomb up my sleeve

A secret hand shake like you wouldn’t believe

Now peep the landscapes and take a good look at the trees

It’s get pretty lonesome around these parts so bring a good book to read

Single celled amoebas evolved into simpletons who started singing «Jingle Bells»

for Jesus

Not to knock the teaching Jesus brings

Cause the Bibles a good read like Steven King’s «Needful Things»

So many wasted nights cuddling with shadow people who couldn’t wait to be

replaced by the light

Take your life as a joke,

hey Phife, gravity don’t float

Tell Natalie it’s over

, cause I found a new cold shoulder to die on

She signs on and finds me within one click of an icon

My god has it come to this?

I’m the space man and you’re a filthy fucking bitch

White lies don’t count like my vote,

a type of guess without a message to promote

When Asian women get drunk they felt or they flew but they don’t

What the hell do I know beyond the harmful contents of coke?

Take a sip and think destructive,

my opponent wants to fuck to live beyond the moment

She’s on a pill called «Easy Killer» there she goes again in my sleepy slippers

Sneaky ain’t she?

I knew her speed she reps resent with no regret

With a dream catchers grow on trees

I leave to collect all my thoughts, when they say they’ll cover me it just

means they’ll forget their wallets

I was built with a til tinted beam on a scale of 1 — 10 your a double digital

guilt machine

Silk screened and pegged leggedable pirated radio D.J.

with a parrot that acts

a loof

Your Annie Difranco shaped hats and moose my blind side is hooked up to ideas

with some carrot juice

There’s ain’t no such thing as rap music, I’m the spaceman, get used to it,

stupid

Wanna act (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna flow (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna think (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna see (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna hear (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna feel (just like me now, like me now)

Wanna fly (just like me now, like me now)

But they can’t bust like this