Star Systems Blasting Off by Mehdi Cee and Reckonize Real Lyrics
We blasting off
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside their palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary
Temporary stop for an approximate inquiry
On what's the best way to find Proxima Centauri
Eyes blurry toxins blocking personal illumination
Since creation participated in corrupted association
That's why we fucking off, son!
It's fucking awesome
I think I left a couple bags up in Boston
Bags of what?
The green from Crenshaw and Slauson
We just got to mars, going back would be exhausting
Chorus
We blasting off
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside the palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary
V2
We have arrived
Check the fuel cells before we climb
Stepping where few have gone and survived
That's the vibe
Slapping motors in overdrive
Clocking the lightspeed eternally young
How laws of physics shine
Intertwined and aligned with an immaculate design
Real Reckonize real
Been always part of how I ride
Universe positioning telling to take a right
When reaching Alpha Centauri
And head for the greenest sight
Destination locked
Atmosphere heavy metals and graphite
Swerve to the right satellite coming in hotter than meteorites
Burning upon re-entry, activate the shields
No-one's really ever landed here it's gonna get real
Check the landing gear
Holy fuck we actually made it
But look at the spaceship
It's completely degraded
Fuck it, time for celebrations
Got a lot of work to do
And the first thing we gotta find
Is bitches and some food
Intergalactic pussy
And tacos put me in the mood
Let's get this party started like that fucking pink dude
What that dude over there?
Yeah that dude exactly
I think we landed the right place I'd redo this shit gladly
Chorus
We blasting off
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside their palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside their palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary
Temporary stop for an approximate inquiry
On what's the best way to find Proxima Centauri
Eyes blurry toxins blocking personal illumination
Since creation participated in corrupted association
That's why we fucking off, son!
It's fucking awesome
I think I left a couple bags up in Boston
Bags of what?
The green from Crenshaw and Slauson
We just got to mars, going back would be exhausting
Chorus
We blasting off
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside the palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary
V2
We have arrived
Check the fuel cells before we climb
Stepping where few have gone and survived
That's the vibe
Slapping motors in overdrive
Clocking the lightspeed eternally young
How laws of physics shine
Intertwined and aligned with an immaculate design
Real Reckonize real
Been always part of how I ride
Universe positioning telling to take a right
When reaching Alpha Centauri
And head for the greenest sight
Destination locked
Atmosphere heavy metals and graphite
Swerve to the right satellite coming in hotter than meteorites
Burning upon re-entry, activate the shields
No-one's really ever landed here it's gonna get real
Check the landing gear
Holy fuck we actually made it
But look at the spaceship
It's completely degraded
Fuck it, time for celebrations
Got a lot of work to do
And the first thing we gotta find
Is bitches and some food
Intergalactic pussy
And tacos put me in the mood
Let's get this party started like that fucking pink dude
What that dude over there?
Yeah that dude exactly
I think we landed the right place I'd redo this shit gladly
Chorus
We blasting off
They crashing bombs
We escape the qualms
We not concerned with feeble mindsets
Yo the shit is on
Sound the horn
Control like bibles and Qur'ans
Liars seem to spawn lots of fire inside their palms
Modern hieroglyphics hidden deep inside our songs
We deliver interplanetary messages to beyond
Our rhymes are universal and therefore expansionary
Confined in the mind existence is probationary