Can you feel it?
Nothing can save ya'
I'm tougher than bullets so baby
pray to your savior
Ain't never been shot
but I bet you I'm braver
I'm taking my spot, NGH
I ain't afraid to be me
Sometimes I find it very hard to be.."Who?"
Me...
{The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!}
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
Picture me, limpin' in the company car. Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels. NGH WHT? I'm a star. I cruise the block like a feather back and forth 'til I land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand. Now this f***** world's 'bout to know who I am. Got your whole system up in my trunk. That 'dog eat dog' make my woofers bark: atomic crunk All my trill NGHs know who be bringin da funk. Lacing and shell toes like it's Black History Month.
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
There was one. Bore witness to the rays of the sun. Synthesized in her own image. Photo negative. Shun. The development of Parliament. The phallic bop gun. Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum. Ancient drum begat drum. Kingdom go, kingdom come. Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the Sun. Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum. Boom Bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled, and re-spun. Trigger sound. Trigger gun. Drum machine. Machine gun. Bodies piled. Carefully filed under beats that were once reprogrammed to become: unplugged concert of
Sun. Every ray with sample clearance. Every two begat one. Boom bop hard as a gun. White cross-trainers, unstrung. Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run.
Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone.
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
Nothing can save ya'
I'm tougher than bullets so baby
pray to your savior
Ain't never been shot
but I bet you I'm braver
I'm taking my spot, NGH
I ain't afraid to be me
Sometimes I find it very hard to be.."Who?"
Me...
{The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!}
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
Picture me, limpin' in the company car. Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels. NGH WHT? I'm a star. I cruise the block like a feather back and forth 'til I land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand. Now this f***** world's 'bout to know who I am. Got your whole system up in my trunk. That 'dog eat dog' make my woofers bark: atomic crunk All my trill NGHs know who be bringin da funk. Lacing and shell toes like it's Black History Month.
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and maced! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!
There was one. Bore witness to the rays of the sun. Synthesized in her own image. Photo negative. Shun. The development of Parliament. The phallic bop gun. Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum. Ancient drum begat drum. Kingdom go, kingdom come. Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the Sun. Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum. Boom Bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled, and re-spun. Trigger sound. Trigger gun. Drum machine. Machine gun. Bodies piled. Carefully filed under beats that were once reprogrammed to become: unplugged concert of
Sun. Every ray with sample clearance. Every two begat one. Boom bop hard as a gun. White cross-trainers, unstrung. Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run.
Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone.
Yo the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest NGH got peppered and mased! Now amplify this. Turn up the bass!