Broke through the matrix and I'm coming,
With two bad shawties who are looking rather stunning.
And if you try to kill me,
Best you just start running.
Everything getting leveled when the martian gets to gunning.
I got a cabin full a cash that ain't worth shit,
Just paper notes that are weighing down my ship.
Ray gun loaded up weighing down my hip.
Plus I got a plasma battery sitting in the clip.
Cosmic warfare got 'em ducking like a goose,
Everybody running scared when the power letting loose.
Look up at the stars if you feel you need proof.
Hurricane straps can't keep comets off your roof.
But if your frequency is righteous don't worry,
Cosmic warriors coming from the stars in a hurry.
Even when Babylon has you in a flurry.
Warriors out to cook them down like some curry, peace...
-Mickolas
Featuring the TechnoRasta the Rasta Alien. Check out my blog for more dope artwork. Peace and Love to all...