Yo, I can't lie, this feels like a lonely planet
Up for echelon of skilled next-level talent
Not many understand it, so I got some explaining to do
Hold up, let me hit it another like me
Probably not a human being
Might be a little blind, maybe hard of hearing
But will depend when I describe what I'm feeling
Not many singing me, nah, nope, they can't
Replace the cape with a fresh pair of kicks
Still fly, so that superpower fits
The origin is when I was a kid
I started noticing, maybe I'm a lot different
Then one fateful night, I blazed the mic
Fire, made the whole stage ignite
Super more than a rhyme writer
Against crooks and liars, I'm a crime fighter
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh
Take me back
Crash-landed from space in the '80s
Planet Brooklyn, fast little baby
I was founded for a green park, wrapped in dapodan
My first words were, "Remind, never clap your hands"
Coulda sworn I was born for a rack of fans
Put the last four letters in the African
My walker had turntables on it
Couldn't even write, had sinus in the bonnet
Thought I was a comet, still no reasoning
Hear wack shit and start weakening
Lately, I've been working on a bite of proof soup
'Cause a lot of y'all rap's just a bunch of goof troops
Skills that could leap over bills for the bills
Things all made out of tape from the reels
Take what I feel and I fill up pages
Skills up, still tucked, rappers are in danger
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh, oh, you need to
Ooh
Take me back
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Take me back