NYLTCK - NASA lyrics

(Apollo 11 - Moon Landing Skit) Armstrong: This is Tranquility Base. The Eagle has landed, Jesus H Christ, Houston. We're on the f**ing moon, over Duke: Roger Tranquility, we copy that. We can not believe you are on the f**ing, repeat, can not f**ing believe it, over. You're clear to hook up lunar equipment conveyors to walk, f**ing walk on the moon, over. Holy. Living. f** (Verse 1): I ain't really got time for time, in this life of mine I gotta make like Optimus, be titled Prime Picture every MC lookin' like Ray Charles Once the kid shine, every man with a mic go blind What a scene to be looking at (lookin at) Hear it through the stereo and ask how I'm cookin' that Their skull caps took ‘em back (yeah), by these gushing raps (uh) Comprehend the bigger picture, lil' n***a straight pushin' stacks (word) It's nothing to say, but can it be done? Pops always on my back like, “what you wanna be son?” I'm seein' greatness, and seein' my name on that pavement Rockin' stages, world tours, it's outrageous I'm clowning beats and causing tragedies Going hard for the fam make ‘em proud of me Settin' this ish off through the live galaxy Roll up in that b**h, take that sh** and put the crown on me (houf) They'll never hear the last of me Cause imma live on through my musical rhapsodies It's a fantasy, but what's a dream to a realist? What's a king to a god and a faker to the realest? (Hook) Staying patient ‘till I've reached the ignition Gather up the gear, commence the space mission A young kid with a lot of ambition The sh** too big, I don't wanna share my vision Yeah, a couple dollars what I'm missin' Uh, so I ain't gonna change my vision Staying patient till I've reached the ignition Gather up the gear, commence the space mission (Verse 2): I'm kinda pa**ionate about cashing checks and this rapping sh** I'm on the right path but could've f**ed it up by trapping it (I could've f**ed it up) But it ain't happening, rappers is what I'm damaging They take a step back and ask me “what's up with the savaging?” (ayo, what's good?) And of course, a blunt response is what is given Middle fingers to opinions cause it's life I'm living And where I'm living is made up of real counterfeits All drug abusers and fake MC's making sour hits But don't get me wrong I still got love for the south The only bars that I'm seeing are comin' outta my mouth And I pray these thirsty n***as make it outta the drought You know I'm doing my thing, starvations what I'm about But I'm about to eat, nah I'm about to feast I was fresh to d**h, but I'm about deceased I get caught up with the truth without a doubt a priest But when n***as talk that (shh) I can't keep the peace It leads the violence, I'm feeling vibrant Rock up on the avenue I'm followed with the silence All this shyness is shown to the highness Yo, where the mic is? Let me show them who the nicest Once I'm on, I ain't showing no mercy (nah) To these ignant n***as acting like they haven't heard me Ya heard me? That's word G (word) But for now I'm climbing clouds like the birds be, G (Hook)