Space Dust

[Chorus]
Everyday a star is born x2

[Verse 1]
MC Nebula just some dust in space
But I am every stars birth place
Before they can even take shape
I am the first entity and beginning state
I am made up of mainly hydrogen gasses
Interstellar clouds that are too massive
Couple million years, not too passive
You can't rush beautiful art: classic

[Verse 2]
Protostar is born from the nebula
This step by far is quite regular
Surrounded by a planetary disk
It's all in the wrist, I rotate like this:
Pizza dough thrown in the air up high
Flatten me out then I contract, sigh
Depending on my mass, I have a few choices
But I won't speak on that, hear new voices

[Chorus]
Everyday a star is born x2

[Verse 3]
Main-Sequence, hence, the main event
The majority of every stars life went
To me. Currently, your sun, is me
And if, you see, it burns, brightly
What I do is I act like a nuclear reactor
The size is a factor, but just like an actor
I contract and expand, so understand
If I have more to burn, I burn fast man

[Verse 4]
Red Giant is stomping down now
My star layers start to puff out, pow
And I increase in size, swallowing all
Planets, meteors, get destroyed by this ball
Engulfing everything nearby
This is my stage before my demise
All my energies get gassed up and flies
Then my core remains and I wait and die

[Chorus]
Everyday a star is born x2

[Verse 5]
Your sun will eventually turn to me
White dwarf representing now, B
Just the white hot core left in space
Small in size, but my heat is great
Cooling down slowly, just the furnace
No more gas to work with, worthless
This star will eventually burn out
White dwarf here, too hot and stout

[Verse 6]
But if the star is larger in its appearance
Supernova happens with no interference
The pressure from inside the star
Finally breaks free and I explode very far
Lightyears away but the Earth can see me
Brighter than anything, but only rarely
And in the center of this galactic occurrence
I leave 1 of 2 things without further disturbance

[Chorus]
Everyday a star is born x2

[Verse 7]
One of the supernovas last remnants
A neutral star as its last resident
Call me Neutron, I'm finally balanced
And lifting me up is a cosmic challenge
The densest thing that any one can imagine
I am proof that a supernova happened
Gravity has made me very dense
But even more mass makes it more intense

[Verse 8]
That's when I come in, the final frontier
I baffle scientists, make the quake in fear
My peers of the stars consider me Death
After me there is nothing. Nothing is left
The Black Hole, a portal destructive in nature
The harbinger of doom, I am not a savior
Greater than gravity, check the strategy
I absorb even light: nothing escapes me

[Chorus]
Everyday a star is born x2

They claim they bring the truth, with all respect due
I say boo on you, and dude, don't mislead us youth
I call em false prophets trying to profit
Please stop it as we try to crop out the gossip
We don't like all this talking of nothing, give us that credit
So I represent the new generation of true epics
No false advertising, just mind enterprising
Ideals reminding of what could be comprising
So without a false start, I'm on my way
But the critics call this a gimmick, silly games they play
My vocals has those lines that producers sample
Words dripping superb that's hard to handle
That's why they only take away just a few of my bars
Off the chain, it'll break this game, pump through the cars
Stupendous and tremendous, look at it go
Flying higher than jets on percosets: falsetto flow
Ascending like medicines prices, kung-fu righteous
Pharmaceutical musical: ill lines. Priceless
No need for a test, this isn't a false positive
A true negative is what all of the lobbyists did
Which I am far from, no need for the politics, kid
Even the snobbiest copy cats are trying to mock this
I never gave a false impression, stick to the basics
Artistic like mosaics, keep the doubters in stasis
Under false pretenses, they say I act pretentious
Because I mentioned and activated being sentient
I am Flobot, a Asimov ahead of his time
I am Optimus, the one that brings it in the rhyme
The only way they're in the hood is if a car struck them
Why spit for the streets when they don't want phlegm?
Under this falsehood, wack rappers act not good
Misunderstood? I doubt it so it'll be should

New Kicks On the Block

[Verse 1]
Step by step, in line, on time, check
Swoosh by on the ground yet fly, yes
Crack open the box. On my feet I rock stocks
My own hundred dollar investments a pop
Belonging in a candy shop with the sweet cream
Send me a dream or wrap me in Supreme
This is the A plus life plus a little extra lights
Hit the spot, no drop, get a little extra hype
Completes the set, set me back a few, no regret
With this I let everyone know that I am the best
From the chest to the toe, no one can say no
It is well known that the attire is flown
Synonymous with an avalanche opposite
Rockin' in the prophet's front seat like an Optimus
No negatrons can call me wrong from dusk till dawn
I shine like the image I made in the last line on

[Chorus]
New kicks on the block *repeat*

[Verse 2]
Taking over corporately so appropriately
I'm proportionally similar to J verbally
So futuristic without ballistics on statistics
No need for specifics, listen to this gifted sickness
All desires I deem are supercilious
But I still fulfill it like Prince Maximilian
Areas devoted in dense audience stages
I praised it like sages to be advantageous
But hey that's just the way that I made it
I laid it so laden without get jaded, so replay it
Hit em with the remix just to play me twice
But you'll never play me thrice, I'm a verse without vice
The cutting edge of the sword's sharp side
I'm a new spin on the wheel's re-redesign
With this fresh, new, in-dated related way
I say that these new kicks on the block's here to stay

[Chorus]
New kicks on the block *repeat*

[Breakdown]
New kicks on the block
New face on the tick tock
New tie for them to gawk
New beats for them to rock

Bow-Tie Swag

My new assignment is to break alignment
I reside in a private residence like a white kid
But keep it dirtier than ODB's license
Or likeness to keep it filthy like Seattle-ites
North be northwest, represent the coast fresh:
In the lab like meth I be riding in the cab like Death
Check the attire, brighter than Sunfire
1 man Big Hero 6, smoking hot with no lighter
I'm a pacific overlord. So prolific so open doors:
Not even matadors or the force can tame this metaphor
Or simile, because similarly,I've more swag than a Dilla Beat
Simply, differently, spit too vividly
I'm embedding whatever is my essence
My adolescence is a presence like Christmas Presents
Word to Seuss, without getting too loose in the booth
My rear end caboose remains as fly as a goose
I got what you thneed, this is what I theed
Trinity in one body so I threed and freed this thbeat
I hear a who? Well just call a Doctor
Let me proctor like IB exams, ironic cause I conquer
What up kid? Do you like what you see?
Incandescent is what I be, light bulbs inside of me
Bow Tie Speech and Debater Swag
Without a greater drag, I'm the laser inside of the lab
I'm a denizen in the City of Roses, without codes its
Supposed that what keeps up with me is the Jones'
I part these beats like the illest Moses
And I don't have a lot of hoop-la or different poses
Pardon the megaton gun, contradicted defiled style
Excuse the razor, phaser rapier saunter trial
Besides the swagger, dagger, katana knife
I only have two settings when it comes to life:

I'm the classiest man alive or I'm dead
And you don't want to know how classy I am in my fresh-bed

I'm the classiest man alive or I'm dead
And you don't want to know how classy I am in my fresh-bed

Coffee and Cream

[Verse 1]
He waited impatiently, watching people come and go
Through tall mirrors they would arrive fro and though
His mouth tasted with anticipation that he dreamed of
When it arrived, his fingers rubbed the porcelain: love
A Viennese coffee, impressive, he felt respected
All attention directed at Esteban from his prospective
Past imagination- superb and delicious
An accompaniment of three honey biscuit witnesses
Staring with allure, his eyes glazed with wonder
His thoughts a loud thunder, gaze of a hunter
Longing for the beverage, a long while in fascination
Moments of duration longer with inflation
Finally, he dared to pick up the long handled spoon
Measuring his life in these as opposed to moons
All he ever wanted personified in this cup
Remembering his manners, drink with the pinky up
All around him are reflections of grandeur
Shiny surfaces that ensures his abjure from just sir
Peering into the deep, smooth and decadent liquid
A premonition of the village glorifying his visits
Picturing his future where elegance becomes routine
About to be fulfilled is his wildest dreams
But of course, the blind happiness is not what it seems
With a sigh of ecstasy, he plunged into the cream

[Verse 2]
Trying to make this moment last to infinity
The affinity of dignity is in the vicinity
Stirred and stirred and stirred, clinking along the side
But soon the worst to happen: ruined pride
Suddenly the tip of the spoon knocked the wrong way
And in his dismay, looking at the terrible display
The coffee leapt pouring onto his clothes
With rows of amused eyes looked at his face aglow
Before he could stop it, the liquid obnoxious
Spilled onto himself and on the fiber of his conscious
The entire contents of the goblet, wasted
All the shame of the world, Esteban couldn't face it
Only suit no absolute, down the laundry chute
His spirit without resolute, his mind now in moot
Pale with frustration, angered with no complacent
Without one complainant, left this establishment
Fifty centavos poorer, mind replaying the horror
Thinking of ways to have a restored repertoire
A trail of the Viennese coffee on the springy carpet
Was it back to the harvest or have a new target?
Ferula told him that God has punished for vanity
But Esteban's fantasy is his only sanity
A decision has been made, a blaze to the grave
He will be brave and save for a glorious day
Esteban's mind will be refined and be inclined
Knowing that he will find the shine of design
Though this incident is nothing but four shadows
He makes it known that he will continue shallow
So with a requiem for a dream, he makes it deemed
This will not be the last of the cream.

Never Be the Same

[Verse 1]
Shh, quiet down in the movie theater
Sit down, no shuffling, don't check that meter
Let the film roll, let the silver screen dance
Opening scene is a boxer taking his stance
Blood on his face with cuts near his eye
Staring squarely at the face of the other guy
The champion, smirking in an arrogant way
And our challenger has something that'll make him pay
Let the camera pan across his hometown
New York, gritty, black and gray up and down
Underneath the credits trail across, flashing the names
Then finally the title sequence: "Never Be the Same"
We see the title character and protagonist
Sand bag being destroyed by his left and right fst
Monologue heard through the static of an old mic
"My name is Jack. This was the fight of my life."

[Chorus]
If I could press pause, or
fast forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like I'm different with
Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film

[Verse 2]
Next scene black out transition to the past check
Scrawny looking boy looking at his reflection to flex
The coach walks behind him, gives him that look
Jab drill first before we get to the hooks
Jump rope for stamina, speed bag for tempo
Time goes on, sparring, letting the punches flow
Contender for the belt, the old man is proud
Our challenger laid his last opponent down
Blur to fight night with the reigning champ
Uppercut in his chin and our boy's out like a lamp
Next round, he's getting stuck with a jab
Right straights across his face, get a body bag!
Final round, the champ is getting a bit tired
You can see the challenger has eyes of fire
Connect a one two and a devastating blow to the body
The belt is passed and the new champ yells "Try to stop me!"

[Chorus]
If I could press pause, or
fast forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like I'm different with
Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film

Cutting Corners

Everyone told me never to cut them corners
Always had trouble following this order
From pre-school, never had a really steady hand
Cutting down that dotted line was something I couldn't comprehend
My scissors ravaged the page to create jagged edges
That's me, rough around them, but never to repetitive
Or that competitive, concentrated like potent medicine
Even better when I got old enough to be meditative
No sedatives or recreational drugs in my system
I'm cutting class because I never really wanted to listen
Never too much otherwise I'd fall way behind
And a lack of good grades is the death of my rhymes
So I scrap and scrape and tape and shape
Together any piece of work so I can soon escape
From the drudgery and monotony of school
But hell, I'll cut a few corners if it makes me look cool

[Chorus]
One shot to live, one shot to give
Cutting corners here and there but I'll always sieve
Second to none, seconds till I'm done
Cutting corners here and there just for a little fun

[Verse 2]
I'm lazy, undeserving and for more always yearning
At the same time, observing and efficiency conserving
I used to run around in life in perfect circles
But I flipped and cut and switched the reversal
Now I'm out live on five and they're stuck in rehearsal
They're whispering compared to my real verbals
Cutting corners all the same to make it smoother
Using the directions as structure, but it constricts and stupors
Going with the flow? Nah, I just use my own
Get your head in the zone? Well mine's cuckoo nest flown
I'm questioning the idea of well-oiled machinery
Stay too much into it and you'll miss all this scenery
And it seems to me that we're afraid of being original
I am because I feel mine is more digital, less pivotal
But I'll keep my own flight schedule, fly not like a g6
I'm feeling fly like a Martian in wingtips

[Chorus]
One shot to live, one shot to give
Cutting corners here and there but I'll always sieve
Second to none, seconds till I'm done
Cutting corners here and there just for a little fun

[Verse 3]
Cutting corners like how dropouts cut class
These quotes dope like cutting cocaine is cash
A cut above all else when I finish anything
Cutting the crusts off so it sounds good like a wedding ring
Slash on the tracks and a cut of the wrists
Tsk, politically incorrect, I like the cut of your jib
No need to cut and run, I've been here for years
This is the cut as I steer this dear directly to your ears
No cut and paste, all genuine materials
And I don't cut to the chase, bow down to the imperial
Check the serial code, but it's been cut away?
At the end of the day, gimme my cut, I'm on my way
Clean-cut, sleek look, suave and debonair
No cookie cutters. Enlightened like Voltaire
I don't cut-down or dumb down, just smarten up
This is past cut and dry, real sharp stuff

[Chorus]
One shot to live, one shot to give
Cutting corners here and there but I'll always sieve
Second to none, seconds till I'm done
Cutting corners here and there just for a little fun