Madlib - SPACE VILLAIN lyrics

[Verse 1: Austro] *ahem* Silence! Austro's approachin' the podium Tell the salty n***as in the back to watch they're sodium The one man panic attack, preachin' pandemonium Bad man of the annual, campaign to "Kony" him Catch him in a dim den, tokin' on that opium “Give him a hand folks!” f** that, I want the whole limb And yo, only the strong can hang on It's Austin Tureaux, don't say the name wrong Got connects from "Hong-Kok" to "Bang-Kong" Can't forget Korea, shout out to my n***a Young Uhn and I'm prized like Pica**os She wants me to tie the knot, i tell her, "Grab the la**os!" Welcome to Austro's awesome fiasco Still a hot mess, like "Who spilled the tabasco?!" Syrup on her breasts I'm not talkin' chicken and waffles After we get dressed, i take her downtown to Roscoe's I'll be a gentlemen, when i can But it's hard when I got so many hardened sentiments Faith, family, trust, love, d**, and women in My life got my psyche in a cylce spinning and Rinsing, there no need to repeat this Real life struggle for a villian in the streets, its… 'Bout time i learn Spanish and vanish, vamanos! I'm headed to Acapulco, Austro adios! [Verse 2: Austro] Bloody hell, the beat came climbin' back Cookin' more than Lil B, n***as call me "Heisenblack" Rap and me got chemistry, I gotta keep my rhymes in tact sh**'s so dope gotcha cravin' another line of that Hot fire, I spit like Dylan Gun for hire hittin' licks in a nylon Can't be candid about which planets I'm on Cosmo's most wanted,intergalactic icon Stellar stanzas bound to overthrow ya Super n***a's bouta explode, go super nova *boom* I'm the brightest light in years I'll blind ya eyes and silence ya ears But first things first, I gotta face my fears I got life on earth, I gotta do my years We can battle, when I win don't cry The victorious s-k-i n-n-y I'm small fry, but don't try to call my bluff You'll end up in a casket with a handful of flowers up Talk a tall a game, but chya really twin tower tough A zip and bu*tercup, I'm higher than a Powerpuff! Pause... straight outrageous when I'm flowin' Turnt up Vegas, afraid and I'm loathin Trippin' on the strip, yep i took off all my clothin' And the pigs just got a tip of my indecent exposin' “Oh my God, Becky, alert the authorities!” *static* "We need back up, this n***a's getting ornery!" But I ain't gonna stop til they corner and Chris Dorner me I gotta share my story, that's why Roys recordin' me