Extraterrestrial

[Verse 1]

What you're hearing right now is no illusion
The way that I'm workin' seems barely human
Observing beats like they were scenic sights
'Till I'm shining just like the Phoenix Lights
Many wanna stay lit like a ghost rocket
But they go and stop it, when they realise there's no profit
Being made, with all their bank accounts
Being empty or with such small amounts

Me? My human skin is a hologram
Heartbeat can't be seen with a sonogram
Spit on a track, and the beat turns hot as hell
Abandoned my ship, when I crashed in Roswell
Still rappin', hoping to blow up with persistence
Govеrnments wanna hide my existеnce
'Cause I got rhyming skills at my fingertips
Sending all my info back to my mothership

[Hook]

I'm an extraterrestrial
Outta this world, so respectable
Got a brain like a database
Not of this world, I'm from outer space
I said-
(X2)

[Verse 2]

It can be a cruel world, word to Lana Del Ray
They're lookin' at me like I'm armed with a death ray
Didn't take long 'till I realised
That they regard my works with envious eyes
If you wanna be a bad man, you can miss me son
I'm the one alien that escaped from Area 51
Wait 'till you see my ship in the atmosphere
Hanging bright above your head like a chandelier

You overpowering me? Most unlikely!
You've a better chance finding Flight 19!
Keep me in your memories? You can try me!
Suited well in black, like in MIB
Skin deep, I look like a civilian
Underneath, I might be grey, green or reptilian
My species will invade, this is just a preview
Just know nobody you tell will believe you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

A creature from deep space that still evolves
Involved in cases Scully and Mulder couldn't solve
Would conspiracy theorists be able to handle these
If I start another battle over Los Angeles?
In my mothership, movin' round at the speed of light
Near polar-orbit like the Black Knight satellite!
Moving forwards, while everyone thinks backwards
A monster on the track, like the one from Flatwoods!

Homeworld far beyond the reach of your telescope
Not talking weed when they say my rhymes are hella dope!
I make my own path, no matter the cost, man
Spreadin' my wings out, call me the Mothman!
Start spreadin' rumours like burning gasoline
You'll end up abducted under my tractor beam
Last thing your family sees before they're stranded:
The lights from my ship as I leave this planet!

[Hook] (X4)