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Corner preacher spittin’ wisdom, hands to the heavens,
While shorty on the curb countin’ bread, stackin' sevens.
Galaxy bounce, from the Bronx to Orion,
Stars in the cypher, Milky Way lions.
Turntables spin like Saturn's rings in the mix,
Cowbell knockin’, funk hits, no tricks.
Concrete jungle where the starlight lands,
Dreams orbit the block, right in God’s hands.
Galactic block party, everybody rise,
From the stoop to the skies, cosmic surprise.
Feel the beat, feel the brass, let it baptize,
Galactic block party, open your eyes.
Boombox blarin', got the cosmos in sync,
Bassline deeper than a black hole brink.
Kicks punch sharp, snare snaps like a comet,
Every rhyme a constellation, can't stop it.
Ciphers on Pluto, breakdancers in the void,
Asteroids pop lock, haters get destroyed.
Rhyme-slingin’ astronaut, flow defies gravity,
Extraterrestrial swagger, no one matchin' me.
Rocket-fueled verses, take off, don’t land,
Nebula dreams, mic gripped in my hand.
Universal anthem, planets all spin,
Where the beat ends, another world begins.
Galactic block party, everybody rise,
From the stoop to the skies, cosmic surprise.
Feel the beat, feel the brass, let it baptize,
Galactic block party, open your eyes.
