A Phobos State of Mind (The Space Hip Hop)

By BFG 9K

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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, John, it's time.
It's time, John (aight, John, begin).
Straight out the brown dungeons of rap.

The technology drops deep as does my teleport.
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the brother of report.
Beyond the walls of labs, life is defined.
I think of battle when I'm in a Phobos state of mind.

Hope the support got some port.
My sport don't like no dirty report.
Run up to the thwart and get the court.

What more could you ask for? The green technology?
You complain about demons.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the epistemology.

I'm rappin' to the space,
And I'm gonna move your case.

Blue, red, hideous, like a hell
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a shell.

I can't take the demons, can't take the military.
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no contemporary.

I'm rappin' to the case,
And I'm gonna move your space.

Yea, yaz, in a Phobos state of mind.

When I was young my brother had an etymology.
I waz kicked out without no ontology.
I never thought I'd see that ideology.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's anthropology.

A lonely maze is quite the blaze.

Thinking of battle. Yaz, thinking of battle (battle).