Hilroy - Martian Traphouse

We have been given the scientific knowledge
The technical ability, and the materials
To pursue the exploration of the universe
To ignore these great resources
Would be a corruption of a god-given ability
I took a weird left on a Tuesday
If it was your last breath here what would you say?
I took a weird left on a Tuesday
If it was your last breath here what would you say?
I took a weird left on a Tuesday
If it was your last breath here what would you say?
The sky turned blackout, I can't turn back now
Roy woke up in a Martian Traphouse
I was startled from the blackout, in a house on a whole other planet
Collab with some aliens and in summation I'm running the gamut
On earth rappers are needy like I need some 02
Well Martians are weedy like they need some toadstools
So they can be so cool
And though there's a whole lot of distance between us
They're style is so old school
I thought they'd be new world
I thought they'd have Google or running computers not playing with stone tools
Drop a space tape, where does it go?
Where does it come from, where does it flow?
Rapstrophysics one of seventy hobbies
Roy on the surface of heavenly bodies
And what about Venus, is that where the beat is?
And can I collaborate if I establish they're not in my genus?
Could I be the one to convene us?
Like Reese's to Pieces?
Or maybe like Judah to Jesus?
Expose a bacterial weakness?
And I can see Earth from the beaches, a ferris wheel but it's crooked
And everyone's workin' the weekend, they don't even know that I'm looking
With no pretense, I would offer up young Hilly as tribute
To travel to Mars while bringing some bars make sure the Earth's beat can continue
I do what I can do, then I move onto doing better things
Pick up my craft and lift it to Saturn, accrue better rings
And I don't mean to be hyperbolic but I will be leaving the system
Just tell 'em we made it and Hilly's the greatest in case that they missed him, boom
I took a weird left on a Tuesday
If it was your last breath here what would you say?
The sky turned blackout, I can't turn back now
Roy woke up in a Martian Traphouse
I took a weird left on a Tuesday
If it was your last breath here what would you say?
The sky turned blackout, I can't turn back now
Roy woke up in a Martian Traphouse
Judah to Jesus, boom
Bacterial weakness
Judah to Jesus, boom
Bacterial
Sky turned black, can't turn back
Roy woke up, Martian Trap

Written by:
Reuben Gazer

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