NASA - The Ultimate
Intro (Faltip and Gift of Gab)Yo, yo, you
What up Gab?
What's crack-a-lackin?
Yeah, whodis?
Gift of Gab (what?), N.A.S.A. (yeah), Fatlip
Ohhhhh boy!
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
Verse (Fatlip)
I'm an independent MC, veteran rapper
Listen to me when I tell ya, boy I know what's happenin
I've been around the world, seen a whole lot
Been to the bottom, been to the top
Livin like a rock star, close to the edge
Paranoid keep toast close to the bed
Voices in my head (crazy), gotta stop listenin
Chemical imbalances, vitamin deficiencies
But I'm on a mission, steady on a move
With a whole lot to prove,
Guess who provides the groove
Squeak E. Clean the big drum beata
Rollin shotgun, puttin' money on the meter
Commandin' performance, standing ovation
Applause is enormous and stand in amazement
One more, encore, from the top billa
I killed that shit, now give me that skrillah
Chorus (Faltip and Gift of Gab)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (No otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (No otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
Verse (Gift of Gab)
Bound round town rhythm in action
All fall down in sound
Living reaction
Pivoting within the dimensions of infinity actually
Liberty creatively,
Give it to me or pass me by.
Centered in, i'm a send em a sentiment
When i'm in i'mma drill em with,
Some lyrical venomous,
Beginning a clever list of verbal intelligence
We spittin getting em smitten
I'm certain we'll never miss
Omnipotent pimpin a sentence
Oblivious to the hideous industry sensors
Intending to get rid of this
Temperature get to tippin the scale
Through the blurriest
Vicious swimming to destinations
And new experience
I could do it for love in a world dying for dividends
Givin lists to something that the spirit can fill again
Here it is the Gift gettin swift with this bitch
Smashin and passin' it over to my nig Fatlip
Chorus (Faltip and Gift of Gab)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (No otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (No otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
Bridge
N.A.S.A. and the Ultimate MC's
One of the greatest teams of all time!
Verse (Fatlip and Gift of Gab)
The verbal murder don, hurricon Word-a-thon, permanent, juggernaut splurgin on sound
We come to turn it out, turbin crowns, verbin vowels, surgin out, burnin towns, going all out
The automatic track flipper, yak sipper, Fatlipper with the Gab how ya love that (word-up)
Mercedes vehicular, park perpendicular, sounds like ridiculous, rolls like a col' mack
The cities black, nitty rap witty, quick to slap a fat tittie, act quickly, come and max with me, taxin these rappers that kill me, tactics be that filthy, chaps give me daps simply cause I hold stacks
Bozack to the haters
Lyrical mac 11 bust hoes like craters
Hoes don't hate us, hoes love us, we ain't even players homie
Just smooth ass brothers
Chorus (Faltip and Gift of Gab)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
We gotta take it to the ultimate (we don't stop)
Til we get what we s'posed to get (we gon kick)
That west coast classic shit (no otha)
MC's come close to this (the ultimate)
Yo we expanded the globe on this one
Gift Of Gab, Fatlip, N.A.S.A., Squeak E. Clean, Zegon, West Coast classic shit
Written by:
Ze Gonzales, Timothy Jerome Parker, Sam Spiegel, Andre Laudz, Derrick Lemel Stewart
Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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