Cowboy Bebop - KXNG Crooked

Its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel

Perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined

COB we from a different reality

Real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy

Soul aliens, we encountered a pound of Cali weed

Now we push weight light years beyond humanity

Even though they branded

Even though they don’t understand it

We still make gangster music

We still make gangster shit

You bitch you

Even though they branded

Even though they don’t understand it

We still make gangster music

We still make gangster shit

You bitch you

I’m still intergalactic hustling

Still packing space guns with interactive functions

Voice command pistols like

Shoot this nigga

Before we ended the act of tussling, a bullet

Entered his back and crushed him

And it happened quick as a snap

Did it in a minute in fact

One minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap

I get drunk catch cases

'Til I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device

Just to activate my spaceship

These days lay back get head in the Uber

Different meaning from facelift

Stay swift

Walk with my chest out like an ese on May 5th

But that’s my old shit

This that wormhole shit

Cowboy Bebop

Gum bottom Reeboks

Hollerin' at some ewoks

They call me robocops put a bounty on me

And put me in the super predator category like Hillary

Even though they branded

Even though they don’t understand it

We still make gangster music

We still make gangster shit

You bitch you

According to the anti-radicalization protocol

Gangster rap music has been banned

Anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law

Welcome to Planet X

They tell me planet X is flat with no curvature

But I was flat broke with no furniture

So even if its not circular the system’s still jerkin' ya

My city full of murderers

Stolen legacy educated by burglars

On rainy days I get Grayskull like Eternia

She suck my dick 'til my body cramp like a hernia

When this male fed with your ex I’m returning her

That’s letter talk

She mad just let her talk

Sit like Cleo and set it off

I’m better off ignoring the tetherball

Back and forth, I’m cut from a better cloth

Leather soft, never soft, forever boss

Different dimensions I weave in and out of

My haters on coke, they sneeze I see powder

Life’s a bitch, I’ll ask can I live?

When she judge the evils Imma reasonable doubt her

With a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs

Retired crook just trying to plant me some good deeds

Yeah

I’m just trying to feel me a good breeze

While my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would treese

Is that too much to ask for

I went crazy psycho loco on my last war

RZA sent a message I assembled a task force

Fast forward to now

There’s more conflict at the back door

I need to relax more

Come go with me

So I can recite you some of this thug poetry

Hold up

Let me see which one I wrote for you

Nigga you ain’t wrote me shit