[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna]
We keep it bouncing
Like a gunshot
I'll keep you bouncing
Smoking an ounce in
A cherry blunt
Then I'm clowning
The funky sh**
All the chicks wiggling to the chunky hit
The sure shot, the pow-pow
Feel it in your chestplate
I set it straight
Demonstrate the miraculous heavyweight
That kicks you in your gut with more force
Than twelve frigging horses
The crowd go wild
The chicks throwing bras on the stage
Flashing vaginas, well
I'm conjuring the fires of hell
Got the rockstar quality
Forming black holes live onstage
God's on to me
It's all about the Murkules
??? with the k**er flex
See me on the internet
Practicing the iller s**
It's all good
Gunshot salute in the hood
The proof's in the pud(ding)
Standing out 500 foot
Walking through the sea
Low key forget about it
When I'm up on the building
The buff chicks get ‘em out
It's no laughing matter
I'll make your eardrums pop
I'll make your eyeballs splatter
Write bars in anti-matter
I manufactured an ill style
So try and step up
Your bones shatter
The boom-boom, the pow-pow
Galaktus with the wild style
k**ing it
Freaking it uptown and downtown
Hip hop deluxe all up in your guts
Never giving a f**
Straight stacking my box
Rappers nowadays sound softer than wet tissues
They tryin' to relegate the big man
They got issues
I'm official
What type of mad d** must they be into
I'll be murkilizing horizon
Starship enterprising
Living long, prospering
Hollering at a chickenhead
Getting gased
Lieutenant Uhura getting the splishy-splash
Keeping it funky for human beings and dickheads
The sick flex
The undeniable great
The general
Bouncing like tri???
Busting shots
Getting my props
Getting funky like the state of my socks
You're feeling it
It took a while, still
Now you believe in it
But sorry if I don't care
Galaktus never needed it
Rappers is so hollow
They're so weak on the mic, man
They don't spit, they swallow
The jokery must be smoking the seed and loving it
And deaf to the dumb brains
It's all fit to publish it
The boom-boom, the pow-pow
Galaktus with the wild style
k**ing it
Freaking it uptown and downtown
Hip hop deluxe all up in your guts
Never giving a f**
Straight stacking my box
Yo
We sticking in the booth
Gunshot salute
The weak must perish in the flames
Blowing out your brains
I think it's about time for change
Are you with me?
Are you with me?