J Dilla - Tales from the Stars lyrics

Suede... Bout time we head..back to the stars [Verse 1] Send clouds to the celest' I'm on the best tree Off my balcony, in late and I'm countin' cheese Mitch lifestyle, mom's pissed I'm livin' foul Spendin too much time in the stars, Jetson you need to come down Never to return to Earth's preposterous guidelines I wasn't rockin' with from the jump Like trampo' I lean Hover craft, mentality Rambo, these s**as won't take me, don't give a damn yo Dr. Spock serve me with the hotness on the slick tip We split the dopest waves just to enlighten all the dimwits Spittin galactic gla** cribs but mad vintage My wardrobe's a Benz E 320 Who kicks the rap scenes for fast green, money Laughs when nothing seems funny Traveling to the end of the universe on Silver Surfer's board Told him I got him tomorrow with some weed, dummy Back the next week with freaks and sneaks, he didn't trip on me The flow's wine come sip on me Deep red, rappin' one of my chicks to the sheets Ya bed's looking large enough for you and me Let's make it fast ain't got forever, no Keith Sweat And me being high she fell through with the steep head True story, teleported back to the north sector For more fog Drop this knowledge without flaw Traveling cross the final frontier, geared with these star scriptures [Hook] Spark ya best and get lifted off the fly science The block's highest, fast lane livin', The Mach Fivest Futuristic lingo, we serve co*k to ya bias The sky sires, punchlines divide ions [Verse 2] Don't even stress if ya jet pack fails, no worries we'll ride the ba** Hope you got your tank there's no oxygen in space No temptin' these, won't spill our recipe to verse Souffle Secret ingredients are to remain, vaulted shut in my brain The fame's a plus but not a major one Popularity's straight but just give me that paper and come see yunGG's deeper than moon craters Son shine infinite like that 35 G, S edition Match his first intial, k** the game my first intention Yo it's simple, memoirs of my days get scribbled in ways ya'll can't handle Lampin' underground now my name gettin' hot, I'm the mantle Body many a instrumental with the ill samples, chill, I still manage to Its nothin, I'm laid the f** back finesse cousin Feelin' like KRIT on "Moon & Stars", only difference is I'm amongst 'em With the live crew We dig thick shorties as small as 5'2 Draped in women's BAPE cross Jam Jordan's, you fly boo Just lace the sesh' with two more bodies and we can rendezvous Roll a revolution's worth, proportions astronomical Then galaxy hop Ya people trippin, I'll swing you back by the palace, hit a U, cue speed, glanced at the watch It's gettin late for even me, no curfew, biz to attend to Bent like 10-2, plus on at 12 at the venue Gotta rock this show back in sector 4, they've no patience Dropped her from the stratosphere, back to the constellations [Hook] Spark ya best and get lifted off the fly science The block's highest, fast lane livin', The Mach Fivest Futuristic lingo, we serve co*k to ya bias The sky sires, punchlines divide ions