Prime cut - 4 Gig NASA lyrics

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Prime cut - 4 Gig NASA lyrics

[Hook] Stare into the black hole Images of castles Vivid like a fractal I make my demands and I don't do it like an a**hole Pivot like an axle Looser than your b**h Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke [Verse #1] Bacon, eggs, and [afros?], wardrobe only natural colors White on white or black clothes Headed for the astral for a minute, hit it back though Alchemist and astrologist are my comrades, so Know that I ain't f**ing with these n***as from the get-go Not even piss, I don't trust those not in my clique, yo So actually, I'm just relaxing Skate to the bodega, get a Faygo and a Magnum just in case Cause you never know what could happen With that black abracadabra, pull a rabbit out a hat [Hook] Cloak black holes Images of castles Vivid like a fractal I make my demands and I don't do it like an a**hole Pivot like an axle Looser than your b**h Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke [Verse #2] Hey check it, listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke Studying the vectors in this sector of the black, oh wait I skated the Raymond [Devos?], got faded, famous, and better I'm watching the [Jasinski?] study Fellini, I missed the weather But not too much for a day, texts from the inside Begin morphing into a sage, the organism behemoth Exorbitant in his range, no questioning And if you get close enough, you can tell he got leather skin [Sigh better?] the devilish [Hook] Stare into a black hole Images of castles Vivid like a fractal I make my demands and I don't do it like an a**hole Pivot like an axle Looser than your b**h Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke [Hook] Stare into a black hole Images of castles Vivid like a fractal I make my demands and I don't do it like an a**hole Pivot like an axle Looser than your b**h Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk Listening to Chester, that's like secondhand crack smoke