Cosmic from Cosmic Process by Graphic Melee

Before I was born of this planet/ I used to chill with Sun-Ra/ Earth is ill with guns drawn/ Got me sentenced here like a run-on/ and it's run wrong/ Say too much and get my tongue gone/ dropping cosmic slop for y'all to munch on/ Punch the beat and jump on/ any rhythm I'm hearing/ coherently with the drums on/ the 1, and 2, and 3, and 4, and/ Beyond the stratosphere where my mind went soaring/
Cool Hand Luke Sky Walker Texas Ranger. Complicated bangers/ This is the new danger/ Spit immaculate like a birth in a manger/ Conceived my flow solo now it's go go Boston strangler/ Stranger than anyone you'll ever meet/ Killing these cleverly/ Bang like tougher than leather beats/ Check the lettering/ G-R-A. P-H. I-C/ Mic operator and I operate nicely/ I'm twice the/ level of mic steez/ you might see/ Incredibly exciting when I recite these/ inedible shots of lightening/ striking/ precisesly/ on time as my melody's rising/ Developed these fine things/ Inner stellar designing/ from my melanin inside of my skin propelling my mind. It's/ the universe's backdrop that makes the lines in/ a framing of painting that operates in time it's/

Cosmic. Advanced Logic. Different hands on the clock I watch tick. Unidentified flying objects. The stars are my office

Connected to a tether/ Lighter than a feather/ Out the pod bay door to space weather/ Cosmic winds whistle/ Light bends to miss you/ Temperature rises as the radiation splits through/ a matter converter clipped to/ your hip equipped to/ power a ship through/ malfunctions or issues/ but this view/ we'll never see through energy misuse/ choosing to fuel a planet versus producing missiles / If this pulls some heart strings then let it/ My cosmic memory just can't forget it/ Went from dealing in stars to asking cash or credit/ but all the money in the world can't buy piece of mind can it?/ Damage the planet and regret it/ only when all of the populations deaded/ Bet it/ Seen it from far off/ Watch when the stars start to flicker/ like they cut off the electric.

Cosmic. Advanced Logic. Different hands on the clock I watch tick. Unidentified flying objects. The stars are my office

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland