Produced by Stimachine

Background:

Setting takes place in a somewhat distant cyberpunkesque dystopian-future, specifically the nightclub area of a high class space ship strolling through a previously unknown galaxy, (near Andromeda) when suddenly the ship is attacked by rugged and unidentifiable Space Pirates. 

lyrics:

Fukkit:

I'M IN THE VIP SECTION THE CABIN DROP PRESSURE WE 300 MILES UP IN A BRAND NEW TESLA/

THE CLUB WAS IMPRESSIVE TIL SHIT GOT HECTIC/

SHIPS IN A WRECKAGE/

CAPTAIN IN DISTRESS AS HE LEFT US THE MESSAGE/

REMAIN CALM/

PARTYGOERS STRIPPIN TO THE SOUND OF THE ALARM SNIFFING BLOW LIKE A BOMB COCAINE IN HER BRA GETTING HIGHER THAN THE SKY IRONIC IN A FREE FALL/ 

MIND RACE AGAINST TIME, PACING GUESS WHY/

I DONT KNOW BOUT ANYBODY ELSE BUT IM IN LINE/

ESCAPE PODS VACANT/ 

PEEK OVER MY SHOULDER AND THE CROWD STILL PATIENT/

I DONT GOTTA SAY SHIT/



WE DYING IN A SPACE SHIP,

FLAME IN THE MAIN DECK,

UPLOADING MY CONSCIENCE BRAIN BODY GETS WASTED RIGHT CLICK, REPLACE, AND SAVE THEN REARRANGE IT WHERE EVERYBODY NAMELESS, AIMLESS, MADE BASIC/ 



STILL KEEP A GLOCK BY THE BED,

BUT NOW IT COME EQUIPPED WIT A LASER INSTEAD WHICH IS WHAT I LIKE BEST/ 

IT BURN THROUGH YOUR CHEST TIL THE SHAPE GETS PRESSED TO YOUR SKIN LIKE A SKETCH/ 

GET VEXED, 

CONFUSED, THEN DEPRESSED LIKE YA EX AFTER SEX FUCK AWAY LIKE A PEST IM THE BEST NO QUEST/

IN LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF OUT, JUST BOUGHT THESE NEW ANTIGRAVITY BOOTS FOR THE CLOUT/ 

YOU A SUIT SO GET OUT/

DEDUCE YOUR AMOUNT, 

THROUGH A CHIP, THATS IMPLANTED IN MY SCALP, WHAT ABOUT/

I BREATHE UNDERWATER LIKE A TROUT/

THAT BIG BLUE BALL WIT NO LEAVES AND NO SEEDS IN THE DROUGHT/ 

THATS RIGHT,

EARTH GOT A NEW NICKNAME SINCE WE TREATED GLOBAL WARMING LIKE A DAMN KIDS GAME:

PLANET 3-2-J-6-4-9-A

YES, EVERYBODY THERE IS EITHER POOR OR NOT THE SAME/ 



SABINO:

Transportation to our Destination now is out of question/ as the thrusters shut down now they feeling full dissension/ keep it cool pointless running toward an exit/ accept it/ calculate your state of panic through my specs augmented/ Not to mention the Co2 rising/ fucker keep it silent didn’t wanna show the violence/ but this holo-knife keep whining/ and I’m clearly fucking tired of it/ back of his head didn’t wanna show this side of him/ yet he knows the time is close he moves out the cabin just to go/ laser lights keep passing him/ still he knows the time is close remember the goal yeah he’s ready to go/ 



BRANDO:

YEAH IM READY TO GO I GOT BOMBS ON MY BODY BITCH IM READY TO BLOW/



(Sabino)

Keep it under control itd be best they don’t know just let the plans unfold/ 



BRANDO:

I GOT CANNONS ON MY NECK JUST LIKE IM PREDATOR BRO, IMMA HIT THE FUCKING LOBBY IMMA LET THIS SHIT GO 



(Sabino)

 Bro, I heard first time make sure it goes right   

But now In hindsight I think we left the plasma grenades/ 



BRANDO:

ZERO G ENERGY LEAKS INTO THE LOBBY.

BODIES BENDING BACK LIKE PILATES.

ITS OBVI THAT ALL YA OPTIONS AINT POPPIN.

RAISING THE PRESSURE VESSELS GET POPPING.

NOW I POP A BEAN LIKE JANEMBA.

DEAD SPACE FEEL COLD JUST LIKE DECEMBA.

REMOTE CONTROL ABORTION CODE’S A NO-GO

LET IT BLOW, THEN POSE FOR THE PHOTOS.

I GOT BROS, WE ALL BEARING LOGOS

HOPPED OUT THE FOUR DOOR, LIKE CODE LYOKO.

BITCH I AM LOCO. HOWLING LIKE LOBO.

I DONT GIVE NO FUCKS, I WONT FOLD BRO.

32-J (ft. Sabino & Brando) [Prod. Stimachine]

the boy who cried wolf, was the wolf. what were the wonderpets wondering? is it stiller than ben stiller? how many cups can a cup holder hold? eho invemted the word clout? a clout chasin ass motherfucker? ..there was no clout to chase. if you ever lose your pockets make sure you check your pockets! assalamalakum🖤

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