Quazedelic - Space People lyrics

[Verse One Brother J] Yo G freak-a deak-a Street sweeper Close encounter mother ship scroll keeper My rhymes are featured as a path to the seekers Who won't eat for the cake And funk sprinkled on the teachings Outreaching Never leeching on the repetition conditions My street knowledge mission is original Completely From pyramids to the mosque to the tipi My bloodline is deep seed And deep rooted I stay black booted Pimp strutting across the globe For intelligent recruitment Recycle a new movement I'm like a cosmic pilgrim With caravans of lyrical children Straight true in living we building My book of rhyme pages Is blueprint for arc of the ages Rattling the cages beyond these beats It's the voice of the chosen Earthbound an ET Who are we? [Chorus] Space People Moving underground to the e-n-d Space People Trying to find our way back to the galaxy Space People With all the tribulation to the end of time Space People Just funk all as one and free your mind [Verse Two: Brother J] We take it city to city Back yard to yard It's the zone transmission Tone of the Gods Spaceman in leather like General Zod Ain't no super fools out here trying to funk with the God But it's bigger than me Upon this m-i-c The arch enemy of war Is the harmony in me Define my flowetry (oh yes) I guarantee you see a different type of method to my hip hop steez Who are we? (Space People) Born to funk Born to keep it loose and not [?] the trunk I spent many life spans as a lord of funk I used to teach all the pharaohs how to humpty-hump Big up to Booga Monk I keep them hands clapping Step into my temple and let's really see what's happening Filling in the gaps with this rapping bill Coming live and direct from the cypher I build G-o-d's [Chorus] [Verse Three: Quazedelic]