Ni**a in Andromeda
Intro
In layman terms fuck the drama bra/
Man on the moons cool, but I’m that nigga in Andromeda/
Verse 1
You petty people and your petty problems/
Your petty borders, spaghetti worship, your petty rock spins/
Wardens is congress wars over fortunes its nonsense/
What’s a full wallet in a coffin/
Caution this is not knowledge but perspective/
Sent from the limits of your telescopic lenses/
Dinosaurs in Benzes, Climate soars who cares its/
Not an issue there no menu with a polar bear dish/
At the Manhattan project yall learned to split atoms/
Could have focused it on energy you only think of weaponry/
Youll be the 6th planet in your region to self-destruct/
Shit happens especially to selfish fucks/
And why the fuck would aliens visit you/
A depressing presence oppressing peasants, its da truth/
Im spaced out like niggas in the burbs, word/

{Hook}
To the clouds beyond that, Woah/
Past the satellites that Viacom has/
Too far to broadcast, Woah/
Travel fast as light I’m still a far man/
In layman terms fuck the drama bra/
Man on the moons cool, but I’m that nigga in Andromeda/

Verse 2
I take a swig and then put on the glove/
As I proceed to fuck the world from beyond the sun/
Moon and stars, carpe diem killing everything from noon to dawn/
Which leaves you mourning-morning, moving on/
I place bets on the insect success since/
Aint no bees ever plot a siege on the queen/
But the shameful apes enslaved by wagell rage against machine/
They cant all agree that’s why my chips are with ant colonies/
I will give one thing to the humans/
They’re the master of illusion, crafters of confusion/
Distraction of the masses from the chapels to the newsroom/
The allure of the blue pill, it soothes them/
Every man for himself will lead to your demise/
The victor multiplies, The empire will divide/
The process will repeat, technology increase/
One miscalculation and the roaches will be free/