cowboy bebop
Singer:crooked i
its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel
perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined
cob we from a different reality
real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy
we encountered a pound of cali weed
now we push weight light years beyond humanity
even though they don't understand it
we still make gangster music
we still make gangster shit
even though they don't understand it
we still make gangster music
we still make gangster shit
i'm still intergalactic hustling
still packing space guns with interactive functions
voice command pistols like
before we ended the act of tussling
entered his back and crushed him
and it happened quick as a snap
did it in a minute in fact
one minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap
'til i had to get the breathalyzer interlock device
just to activate my spaceship
these days lay back get head in the uber
different meaning from facelift
walk with my chest out like an ese on may 5th
they call me robocops put a bounty on me
and put me in the super predator category like hillary
even though they don't understand it
we still make gangster music
we still make gangster shit
according to the anti-radicalization protocol
gangster rap music has been banned
anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law
they tell me planet x is flat with no curvature
but i was flat broke with no furniture
so even if its not circular the system's still jerkin' ya
my city full of murderers
stolen legacy educated by burglars
on rainy days i get grayskull like eternia
she suck my dick 'til my body cramp like a hernia
when this male fed with your ex i'm returning her
she mad just let her talk
sit like cleo and set it off
i'm better off ignoring the tetherball
i'm cut from a better cloth
different dimensions i weave in and out of
when she judge the evils imma reasonable doubt her
with a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs
retired crook just trying to plant me some good deeds
i'm just trying to feel me a good breeze
while my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would treese
is that too much to ask for
i went crazy psycho loco on my last war
rza sent a message i assembled a task force
there's more conflict at the back door
so i can recite you some of this thug poetry
let me see which one i wrote for you
nigga you ain't wrote me shit