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Hidden within each of us is not only the capacity to love and hate But to take that final step to be not only a creator, but a destroyer A mad, unreasoning killer (First space flight) Fisticuffs, turn my headphones up (First space flight) Yeah, yeah, sounds good, bruh (First space flight) Vibe with me one time, ride with me one time (Here, everything is regulated by machines) Ayy, yo, vibe with me one time, fly with me one time Ride with me one time, die with me one time Fly with me one time, vibe with me one time Ayy, yo, what the fuck you mean that you don't know me? The one and only alpha and omega of this universe Two to disperse the verse, and then converse in my Converse I do it for the love of destruction, not for the commerce I'm livin' large, I stay with dough like Marge I'm MF DOOM meets El DeBarge Makin' beats in my mom's garage Three samples on one beat, it's a creative ménage Crazy if you think you think you can see me, it's a mirage Hit Vegas, put a hundred thousand down on black Grip the Gat', Vincent Vega that it come right back Step the fuck back, punk bitches get no slack Hop up in a time machine, I'm a rhyme machine I go from different planet to planet to supply the fiends Get it by any means, I'm in the matrix SongtexteNeed a vacation from all this fake shit (First space flight) Homie, I never take shit Record it first try, you get it by take six (First space flight) Can't fuck with a bitch if she suck more than eight dicks (Uh) Grip the mic, take flight, all these phonies fake, right? (First space flight) I'm Doc D and not me, I'm too clean, you sloppy Destroy your whole shit soon as I drop the beat, what Yeah, beyond the surface to a higher purpose You not ready to elevate, you kinda nervous I be somewhere, outer space, smokin', writing verses You back at Earth, while I'm bootleggin' designer purses We not the same, boy, my physical can change form Pull out the Ralph Lauren rain coat when I brainstorm I'm out the loop, the rippin' the shuttle like a foreign Put the name in the rafters right next to Michael Jordan All gold like C-P-three-O Out the matrix with this shit, see me, see me, oh Retro like Neo, gee, oh, speak Creole Stackin' big coins, I don't need no C-notes We gon' time travel to the future a bit The year is 3033, I'm in the coupe with your bitch They got me out in a space suit that don't fit But I got that old tool, if I shoot, I don't miss Yeah, what's up Doc? Here's a spliff This the type of shit make you forget about a bitch How you send the hook but still get hung up on a fish? 'Round here we eat plenty, incidentally, I suggest You recline a bit, yeah, I know destruction can be positive And half the world is sick, but I deal with it like a hologram Stay afloat, take a toke, bitch, just to process, man You don't have to use no pseudonyms, that's so synonymous With mass mayhem and bringin' doom like Dumile The mass problems, no man's villain hatin' each day I crash often, dust off my shoulders, then I replay Each level I get stuck on I keep buckin' like I'm Middleton Shoutout to my granddad, yeah, he made the family militant That's another way of sayin' we strapped like camp Pendleton With bars, no gas, yes, my shit could fly cars All my words electric, these words contain charges, I'm on First space flight First space flight I've been contacted by a space creature by the name of Gorgon Says he works for, uh, Doctor Omega Now Doctor Omega is the one responsible for creating Doctor Destruction So, uh, how much is the bounty worth? Twenty million woolongs, dead or alive Preferably deceased First space flight Don't touch that dial, it's Cosmos Radio First space flight First space flight First space flight Aus Songtexte Mania