N.A.S.A.
앨범 : The Spirit Of Apollo

I'm known for running my mouth
I will not be accountable  
for what comes out uh
I dunno I might have said it
I was kinda gone and lighthead
And my jacket  
kinda fresh bright red
And as usual  
my pants tightthreaded
It seem  
like everybody dress tight now  
And I just want my credit
Don't get it twist it or dread it
I am the king and  
will not be headed
To the morgue  
no time soon brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin
That'll only get
my engine revving
While y'all on 10 I'm on 11
I'ma make the news be on at 7
Matter fact I'm on this very second
I'm in first and y'all in second
And this verse only  
add to the freshness  
Call to the club tell them  
add to theguest list
What you think Way more bitches
I can never be too big
for my britches
Y'all motherfuckers know  
who this is
I'm gifted Merry Christmas
A moment ends
I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand  
against the test of time
You don't know my mind
Like I said a thousand times
I gotta stay ahead
Know what I'm fighting for
I'll leave you to your talk
Never seen my kind before
And you're all so thickheaed
Follow and I know I let it
Part of me won't let me quit
Won't let me just not say shit
So much is there to be bored with
Can't be still I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it make me sick
So I spit it out say the hell with it
I dream it and I build it all
Make a way for when it falls
A moment ends I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out  
and shoot me down
With mics in hand  
we'll stand against the test of time
A moment ends I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand we'll stand
against the
A moment ends I've got my rhymes
Whatever comes I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand
we'll stand against the test of time