Intro With the N.A.S.A. team, we will take you bodly where no man has ever gone before. We will take you back some fifteen billion years to the beginning
Hook: Small Boy] This one's for my people, around the way To all the ones, who keep it player made For staying down, with H-A-W-K May you thought, keep
rappin I live the fast life of a MC and I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats I could do a show tonight and make ten G's Fuck til the mornin, sleep
anew, a movement was uniting. Suddenly and everywhere a revolution blooming, People thinking who they were and what they had been doing. Round and round and hand-in-hand the people
monks n' cotton People forgotten, fuck 'em Bad luck sucks Black bucks will be more bucks For Daddy Warbucks, and stuck-up society whores Shake my family tree
jacks, and murder to a dub deck The Knotty Headed ruffneck, Tame don't give a fuck yet I jump up the funk to smoke the blunt that's like a tree trunk
'em Y-E-S. F-U-C-K'ed up, and it's obvious. Smoke & henny in my chest, I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T. Put this CD in, then you'll see the
It's either Kush or a Sour Diesel, build a casino like Bugsy Siegel So, show your poker face, 'cause if I spit, it's a open case A closed casket for
of a tree and its just a matter of time Until a large man will use the tree as a sun shade. And that's when I launch my attack, nigga-I can rap. The assassin
be king Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket I pull a branch off it
my crew can't gel Like the wu clan the ku klan we roll od You don't hold heat get a crew man hell! N-n-n-niggas want me for free but relax Me and my team
not win, no he will lose, Christ will drop him then he'll reboot. The heavens n the earth everythings new. The cities walls and gold streets will be see-thru. A tree
their team People want nobody sleepin' in the dark til' they beamin' [Chorus:] C'MON! B-A -B-Y -M-A -D-I -S-O-N though in a Buggy gettin' bent And
a tree Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G [Dove] Two G's got em scratchin it like the fleas And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop [Ad Rock
Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah Control the states and make a Def America My styles legit, peep the steez a bit It's official, like a licensed
sellin cocaine now But struggling's past tense, I'm rappin now, bought myself a house with a swimming pool, backyard and a glass fence There's no time
Out there) (but in there) (At the same time) Check it [VERSE 2: Bosco Money] A pigeon to a statue, a statue to a pigeon So many rhymes, I need to start a