N.A.S.A. Lyrics & Tabs by The Underachievers
N.A.S.A.
guitar chords lyrics
Niggas know the name call me, hey you!
Don't take that shit in vain like my prophet Jesus
I'm a new age nigga, quiet shit no news
Im raising up indigos setting minds on the loose
I spit no stupid shit in my lyrics straight truth
I'm painting the city right around making moves
I'm putting in work in overtime while they snooze
Been rapping a year but what it sound like to you?
A nigga been blessed since he came out the womb
Now the world blessed too cause I'm the influence
Tuned with the truth kick knowledge in the booth
And the streets with the Gs and real niggas salute
Do it for the stars, aligning on planet X
Never had a plan B, I always knew I was next
Flex now them haters upset throw the checks,
Do it for the stars, aligning on planet X
Never had a plan B, I always knew I was next
Flex now them haters upset throw the checks,
Cause I team full of architects
You know the world of haters man don't worry about em get lit
I made another song for them smokers dogs,
So proceed to spark up your shit!
I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent.
Lords of the bush, fuck that
Chistos meditate open eyes spit it all in the booth
Smoking on real strong might be foreign to you
Beast coast at the to be to you
Rebirth of my soul, my cock is all new
Nigga, the real thing is a cock
Niggas think I'm insane in they souls the refuse
Mind trapped like a slave then my songs they for you!
Staring at the world from my rear view
Cause I'm like a superhero
Spitting, uplifting my fucking pears
Dude leading by example only way you can fool
Mind full of data let it spill out in a vacant booth
Food that will try the gods we too sharp
Blind niggas couldn't recognize the true art
I figured out the source resides within the heart
My niggas here to pesticide your buds down!
You know the world of haters man don't worry about em get lit
I made another song for them smokers dogs,
So proceed to spark up your shit!
I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent.
Repping up for the light
You know them sparks unite when I write.
Hop on my herb shuttle take flight
And spit that magic hitting the mic
Hold up! Spitting straight facts til the dumb niggas listen
While the gods in town better reach up for the ceiling with
My Jason mask cause we gotta make a killing
Using two eyes nigga then you ain't really livin'!
Born in this world with a heart full of gold
Gold crown on my mind can't tame my soul
Blow loud all the time change I know
Still keep it G like a fucking diamond do
Take a hit of weed see it from an astral view
As were tossing with demons, I fly past
We coming at you don't feel us then move
To a city full of liars, cause youre saying that truth!
You know the world of haters man don't worry about em get lit
I made another song for them smokers dogs,
So proceed to spark up your shit!
I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king
I put it down for them golden souls
You know what I represent.
Im rolling up and Im floating up and I'm bout to smoke again
Blowing OG that potent green spark another up cause we win
Rest in peace to my nigga Steez
Dont worry bout it, get lit!
Roll another up for my nigga, dawg
