[crackrockstdy89]

Skill level: Lyricologist

Power to the people, as I topple the steeple
Steal the mic from the stand, let loose my own evil
Which knows no end, certainly no begining
Battle on the moon, and the dark side is winning
I'd rather preach to u in rythm, not much of a talker
Here to navigate the falcon, like luke skywalker
Seasick from shellshock, and half awake
But never half with the stash, no I'm fully baked
So kick back, relax, let the music fill ya
Cause acid rain on the brain, is sure to kill ya
Triumphant, with my trumpet, blowing battle cries
Though always concerned, u can see it in my eyes