[gatz] not your average starfleet captain, mad dapper astronaut with a dastardly plot, broadcasting from the sun, that’s why my words hot, shooting for the moon, i swerve and slingshot, maroon your whole crew on a desolate rock, two fingers to your neck like mr spock, talk awkward at parties about beats and hip hop, like ‘yeah i make music and spit over top, sharp darts filled with venom and dot dot dot dot’ leave it hanging, dangling participles over cliffs like they owe me money, my lasers blast faster than a solo or a greedo, dummy, it’s the lyrical warp speed 11, i’m sipping a seven and seven i’m searching from heaven to hell for metaphorical white whales, i’ll sail without fail the seven space seas to whale on that dick like jason voorhees

Tribble, trouble, critters burst my bubble, I’ll need a triple double, of that sipping whiskey, Hubble yolo‘scopes, let me check my flows, minimize the density by increasing all the dope, to see if my words float, to see if I’m a joke, to see my red reflection in the color of my clothes, to know that it’s always red who's the first one to go, roddenberry you s.o.b., you beamed me up too slow…. I got spliced, you’d think twice, of cutting Captain Kirk in half, so why am I on ice? Why am I am I so nice? Why haven’t I pulled my Bat’leth out and shown you how I dice, now I’ll show you how I slice, how I julienne these guys, how there’s no trace in space nor taste in case you’d get surprised, there be nothing left behind, I’m blowing collective minds, claiming all the stars as mine, for all the rest of time

I never knew the time clock could spin so slowly spacedock with me and feel my space rock bust all over your space smock. You wonder if my engine has hyperdrive, I’ve got a warp core core and I feel alive, feel your thighs, and your aliens skin makes me feel so high, could just be the formaldehyde, that we got you soaking in to keep you spry, keep your eyes from going dry, why might I try the other side? Got a taste just once and now I can’t get by, without your alien love, I can’t feel inside, no we shouldn’t hide, from disapproving lines, all their words are just a jealous lie, take it in stride; we should multiply.

yo, do you even smash, bro? i’m a pro at super smash bros., pen a super duper verse in my space lab, flow cold as mid-shelf vodka, gotcha at absolute zero, go greek, eat your gyros, me i’m on the churros, that’s right, plural, hulk smashing atoms in my particle accelerator, i be killing dammit i’m ill and i’m ill and eh eh eh eh, i can make a blackhole, you can take your ass home, i’m my own universe and you are a tadpole, ain’t nobody cold as this, yeah, do a rap and the track, triple double no assist, no misses, kiss the sky like hendrix, stop time like neo in the matrix, or zach morris in saved by the bell, i need deforest kelley cuz i’m sick as hell, i got something in my tummy, i mean crap factory, rappers sound constipated, i make this shit sound easy...