I am no man. I am dynamite.
First of the worst, when I burst,
Like an existential threat you can light like a cigarette
Sweating in the bed
from my dreadfully
fretting wet head
The best, lest you forget,
Let's get after it!
Regrets get shredded like canceled checks
Upset? Yup, bet.
Constructed and chucked in,
and bucked like the Bucks in Milwaukee,
And yes, I’m a freak, but I’m not an athletic adonis
Or god like Giannis, my game is not Antetokounmpo’s, I’m hamstrung and slow
But at least I’m no dumbo like Trump, though. America, you better dump him
Before it strikes twelve and his ass turns into a pumpkin.
Oh, shit, it’s too late, Jim, just take another look at him, the sucker’s a tangerine
His face is as red as my hair was when I was 13. And the case may be lean,
But I think he mighty moonlight and fight for the Putin regime
But enough of political themes, I disdain and despise machinations and schemes
I scream above necessary evils like Evel Knievel, and sometimes I tumble and fall
And break every bone in my body. It’s odd, like I’d chop you but don’t know karate

I’m old and I’m stodgy, I can’t touch my toes, my knee hurts when it’s cold
Or it’s fixing to rain, and my brain is on fire, just look at me, can’t you see I am in pain?
Does it matter? Can rappers admit they have weaknesses?
Speak to this. Why is my heel like Achilles’? Riddle me this, as my man MCA said
Why am I called a fatality, pal? ‘Cause it’s not ‘cause I’m dead, bitch. Baby, I ain’t dead yet

Why? ‘Cause I am the man from space
Facing this place of disgrace with my space suitcase

Rhythms splitting in schism into an intricate prism
Dismissing your mysticisms, ain’t even interested in ‘em
Wittier than you can spit, a flick of the wrist and you missed ‘em
Grittier plays like glittering rays fit in your system

Contrary to popular belief, and with that
I can rap like a drummer tattoo, get into a spat
Am I going too fast?
Is my message getting lost in the interstellar static?
Remember that I’m coming from the second dimension
It’s flatter than your mater in the Latin declension
I been traveling here and battling across a thousand light years
And you’re gonna stand there and offer me lite beer?

I’m here to confirm your worst fears of reptilian overlords
Rednecks taken in space pods,
with cattle prods violated.
What were the odds?
I came with a mod squad,
If power corrupts absolutely, then you better shoot me
Computers with juice, they induce me to multiply fruitfully
Truthfully, this is a lie,
Paradoxically rocking, and trying to spark me
But like a poor marksman, you keep missing the target
You can’t track me, you can’t know both my hip-hop spot and velocity
Protect against thermal breakdown and viscosity,
That’s my philosophy

Why? ‘Cause I am the man from space
Facing this place of disgrace with my space suitcase