Rocketship

Noth...noth...nothing has done more to unite the people of the world

than this daring venture, into the unknown

His decision was to make the journey

and the world watched and listened No doubt blastoff

Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four (lift off) three, two

One, Man, Army on a solo mission but I'm still starrin

Still starvin, still marchin

Train of thought like a drill sergeant

Turn you battle rappers into real martyrs, but the real target

The industry cause the real harm is when the deal's bargain

kill the real artist, ever since the Sugar Hill started

When Suga Ray was still sparrin, I was ill sparkin

Skills far from real dark and Late Night was still Carson

Skills sharper these days, these emcees

still bitin, still barkin, still talkin real garbage

Explains why I'm feelin so trash bag, +Glad+

I get the last laugh, you get the half mast flag

Bent cash, quick fast, these rappers phony

Thinkin this craft/Kraft is all about the +cheese macaroni+

I see the path before me, act like you know me

Internationally center of attention, not even Shaq could post me

Category, Trackezoids, beats classic only

Feet tappin for me, that's the story 'til I'm Casper ghostly

Every joint I'm on point, no need to ask Shinobi

Swingin at your throat, be not +Breathin+ like you Braxton, Toni

Rocketship.. Rocketship..

Yo, I'm flowin now to blow the microphone out

I spit the flows out, rinse the Scope mouth, no doubt

Tickets sold out, black and white kids, Diff'rent Strokes house

+Transform+ you pessimists to optimists and roll out

+Decepticons+ style, Megatron, bloaw!

Check the rhyme files, 007 stretch beyond bounds

of the earth, moon, universe, soon to burst through

Three sixty-five, prepare live, you April 1st, +Fool+

These wannabe best rappers hold the wet bladders

Need a step ladder, still couldn't reach my best status

Inspector Gadget, extra baggage, I was blessed to have it (skills)

You must be still guessin at it, still testin average

I'm never slippin even if you peeled a fresh banana

The moves I make are +checks+ and balance like a chess fanatic

You less advantage, manic depressin, impress the panic

Lyrics hot enough to melt your plastic, burn your flesh to ashes (ouch)

That's what you urn/earn when you not well rehearsed

Somebody gotta help preserve this art form, myself preferred

Check the verse, it's like a +Magic+ spell with words

These wack emcees prolly felt it worse than a Celtic +Bird+

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I remember when Bam' was hot, Planet Rock, Jordan was the man to stop

Knowledge every chance I got, keys to the master lock

Deals not real, unless it's God's will

Got NASA job skills, call me astronaut Neil

I reach for the top and be the first to leave orbit

Report it, Phrikshun, Decompoze reinforce it

I'm here to paint a portrait, untainted by the corporate

Defy forces of your gravity with fly orders

These accomplishments, via rocketship, compliment my confidence

I be among stars without your documents

Big budget marketing, demographic targeting

All I need is beats and rhymes (so go and spark it then)