martian manhunter Lyrics

Featuring…

Captain Seba (actually)

With…Professor Genius

(You don't know shit, huh)

Red rocks on my wrist and I'm looking like a martian

(Red!) Hot, all my shit, Seba your new favorite artist

(Red!) Dots on your dogs, now you looking like a target

(Red!) Bottoms hit the floor, guess they rolling out the carpet when I

When I rock

When I, when I, when I rock

When I, when I, when I, when I rock

When I, when I, when I, when I rock

Ay, and I'm looking like a martian

Ay, meditating on these hoes

Shape-shifter and I'm patient with the flow state

I'm telepathic, so creative with the prose

The philosophizer stone, I turn my failures into gold, when I

Mix and match percussion

Stacking hay like acupuncture

He's on the spectrum, put the nuance in discussion

Saying "oh they so pretentious, they production is disgusting"

I was cooking in Garageband but you know the kid was bussing, imma

Korean-Indian Jersey kid with no bindi

Heard he goes in, protean chromosomes to fit what he's given

Not Puerto Rican like Lin, but still making hits in high doses

That rhythmic quick wit split from immigrant gifts

That shit is meiosis, ah!

(Ready?)

Ghostwritten by postmodern technology,

Folks comment like body beats mind, but not mine

Kicking bad habits like Shotokan karate,

Dilla chopping, swinging generational trauma,

I'm the martian, there's no stopping-stopping

Red rocks on my wrist and I'm looking like a martian

(Red!) Hot, all my shit, Seba your new favorite artist

(Red!) Dots on your dogs, now you looking like a target

(Red!) Bottoms hit the floor, guess they rolling out the carpet when I

When I rock

When I, when I, when I rock

When I, when I, when I, when I rock

When I, when I, when I, when I rock

Ay, and I'm looking like a martian

Red hot, got the heat, shape-shifting on these beats

Red robin, cut the beef, baby drake up in the sheets

Red gloss, on your cheeks, when you see me looking sweet

Red suit, Hoyeon Jung, if you playing games with me, like

Ay, whoa

Stand on the shoulders of red giants

Hip hop taught me about redlining

And these headlines that they rectifying

Chinatowns that they gentrifying

These Brown folks that they penalizing,

In my bag like extra fries

Drop fat stacks, I'm just exercising, like

Who else rocking 3 languages

Drop a key change, still make it look hot, uh (who)

Who else got those vocals

My appeal is global like I'm jay park (who)

Who else penmanship look like kendrick

Nah but that's on k-dot (who)

Who else anxious as fuck but still keep it cute just like some K-Pop (who)

I am the martian among us

Bars too sharp 'cause the boy he keep running with blades

Like an android samurai

Got the vision inside of my ninth eye

'Cause if this AI can cry

Damned if I have the time to analyze

These clandestine paralyzing plans to find

Animus in my mind

(I just popped the Sensu)

Off the rip 'cause I'm baby

Y'all counterfeit Benz I'm Mercedes

Hypocrites addicted to my writtens like

Pomegranates, yeah I'm Hades

Dropping hits 'cause my K/D ratio got an A rank

Ladies legends like Bailey Sok

Drip gravy babies but spit like Shady's extraneous cranium

Fuck it thinking that I gotta take shit

Patience getting strained

Yeah like liminal space

Slim pickings with these bitches

Nitpicking the vision

My hits critical, health low

Intimate, skim the subliminal of dissonant kids

With these mental health librettos

At this chika chika chika chika tikki tikki tempo

Whimsical with the incomprehensible puns,

But I live forever, jugemu jugemu

Yeah like woah!

Yeah, you going too fast, man

You have nothing to prove, bruh

You from the suburbs