Truth by Uncle Spaceman

Good people of Earth few things before I divulge, the truth is that my souls more evolved. No problem solved no crisis averted, because really the truth is that the price they've inserted to make us all nervous. But the truth is absolute, so the truth is. Still they dilute it and almost ruined it, but the lights are always on I'm bout to prove it, kid. You movin, we movin, this music our new shit we do it all on a grander scale. Standin pale about to tip it, just lit it. I smoke home grown until my soul glow's chrome. In my past lives I was brown, yellow and red. Never ask me how those felons get fed, those thoughts'll fill your melon with bread. But fuck it yo tell em I'm dead, because I stand reborn man from storms, weathered, looking for more feathers to flock with. Promoting poison homie then I bet you dropkicked. My squads deep ready to pop shit. Your agenda stop it or I will. Me and the Space Brothers, face lovers, lace rubber with whatever tastes butter. I live the life they rap about so I rap about the life thats lesser seen. There is no lesser scene from what I've seen. Supreme Beings told me raise the frequency and when we resonate we abolish hate. Ascend Equally. That's world Peace, you see. Any opposers can't speak to me, because your not my equal, b. From this sentence on I right my wrongs. Gettin high don't matter pipe, or bong, dab, or doobie till the mic is on. This magic movie that we're starring in does not take place in a bar or den. I'm barging in. The charge was sin. Lets burn it bright, turn it to light, and then digest it. Hidden in the crevice of your brain I just infested. I came to spit the message. Two point five if ya catch it, guess who guessed it. I'm living since we're destined.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• future rap
• psychedelic
• psychedelic hip hop
• psychedelic wordsmith
• space brothers
• truth
• uncle spaceman
• underground
• underground hip hop
• wyycks
• Detroit