The 3rd Kind - Shooting Stars lyrics

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The 3rd Kind - Shooting Stars lyrics

[Produced by MF DOOM] [Verse 1: Capital STEEZ] We need to stop k**in' these rappers The body bags are pilin' up, the feds are gonna catch us When they smell the dank, they'll be sendin' for back up Then I'm on the run, fixed gear, peddlin' backwards Suicide, it's a suicide PE, we got these n***as running like suicides Spittin' old school raps like Puma Clyde's k**uminati flow, right here is where the truth lies No blonde hair or blue eyes I ain't getting blinded by this world, I'm too wise Roger that, we wavy like shark attacks And stocking caps and Don King, no boxing match They said I was too fat for spittin' So I took it back, came with that boom bap appearance sh** is from my lyrics, come and hear it in my spirit And I plan to leave the game before my child can come and hear it [Verse 2: Jakk The Rhymer] From grade school We been trained in that trade, fool That's why I handle Pro Tools, like trade school Precision in rhyme, made cuts like a blade j**els Christian in ‘93, heard me kicking in the womb Cradle robbing, and made it entitled until we common My ancestry foul, so I'm following my forefathers Polishing my cla**ic sh** Archaeologists, just bury me in the land of kings, where my father rest Damn son, we shining over the trees They fell from these seeds something like our grandsons And when it comes to flows, pro's got 'em in the bag Taking over the field like pollen in a draft Scarecrow n***as quick to stick you in the back Cash bring Judas and Brutus out, beware yo Damn homie, this that sh** for your soul Pro's, been running underground like the railroad [Bridge: Capital STEEZ] The man in the mirror couldn't stop me I'm a shooting star Homie your top speed is mach 3 Shooting stars Hopping rooftops with Jakk and Pow P [Outro: Capital STEEZ] Just don't let the cops see Don't let the cops see