Space Low Rider feat. Ogima
“It’s loco carrucha, man, voyage, the damned,
My own ship’s tumbando la, like it’s totally slammed.”
“There used to be this thing called the space program,
We were the first to the moon, but now we got nothing.”
Verse One:
Johnny builds model rockets,
It’s what he’s living for,
Wants to be an astronaut,
But that’s not what we’ve got anymore,
Goodbye moon city,
We were told to go,
Police come and take Johnny’s models down,
Politely, close the door,
Welcome to American voodoo,
Salem Witch Trials, save up your sky miles,
De-evolution is the solution,
Living like slaves in electronic caves,
No more NASA, borrowed spacemen,
No more fighters, no,
And as for me, I’m going down to Mexico,
To get my very own space low rider.
“Well I guess that’s about it for America,
But I’m going to touch those stars,
In my slammed down ride.”
Verse Two:
Who wants to kill my dream?,
Just like they shot Dr. King,
Well you can't kill this king,
My space kingdom's too clean,
I got the stars around me,
I'm draped in robes of ether,
I grip my scepter of light,
And shine it at you people,
Because I see you're lost,
You threw your treasure map,
So now you want mine,
You better watch your back,
I just flourish and prosper,
I'm looking at nothing but wins,
And I just take to the skies,
I engineered these engines,
Well I'm ready for action,
My imagination's bumpin',
Just installed a solar system,
And now my hydros are pumpin',
Watch me rocket from Earth,
There's nothing nailing me down,
You can cos-play the Romans,
But I'm not wearing that crown.
“John Rocket.”
“Robot on Mars, American bomba,
La nete verdad, no canicas, no monda.
Dude, it’s my cohete, cruise the space barrio,
It’s total machin, carnal -- no mayatero.”
“Impala.”
Verse Three:
Planet after planet, going down,
Barricade, no leaving town,
There is no getting away,
You have to stay and smell the decay,
If you want space travel,
You need to know where to go,
Maybe China, or India,
Or someday soon, Mexico,
Welcome to American voodoo,
Salem Witch Trials, save up your sky miles,
De-evolution is the solution,
Living like slaves in electronic caves,
No more NASA, borrowed spacemen,
No more fighters, no,
And as for me, I’m going down to Mexico,
To get my very own space low rider.
Verse Three:
They came for all my homies,
They burned the science lab,
Took our chalkboard equations,
But we memorized 'em like mad,
And then we built that rocket,
We bought the parts from Egypt,
We filled that thing with beans,
We didn't want to freeze 'em,
But there came a suggestion,
That we should sail to Iceland,
They just took back their country,
But I'm a bean and rice man,
We needed somewhere close,
So we moved into Mexico,
Got some land in secret,
And built our UFOs,
So now we cruise every planet,
Leave crop circle graffiti,
That's our way of droppin' knowledge,
Just like feedin' the needy,
I remember back as a kid,
I built that tiny rocket model,
But now I got a galaxy so big,
I became my own role model.
“Yo, homes.”
“Pachucos -- dig the Jesus, all chrome on the dash,
I got no chutes, simon, too cool to crash,
Hydros? Con safos, I’m the rocket vato, Zoot Suit in the sky,
Now con pimp, de aquellas, homes, fly with my hyna.”
“It’s loco carrucha, man, voyage, the damned,
My own ship’s tumbando la, like it’s totally slammed.”
“There used to be this thing called the space program,
We were the first to the moon, but now we got nothing.”
Verse One:
Johnny builds model rockets,
It’s what he’s living for,
Wants to be an astronaut,
But that’s not what we’ve got anymore,
Goodbye moon city,
We were told to go,
Police come and take Johnny’s models down,
Politely, close the door,
Welcome to American voodoo,
Salem Witch Trials, save up your sky miles,
De-evolution is the solution,
Living like slaves in electronic caves,
No more NASA, borrowed spacemen,
No more fighters, no,
And as for me, I’m going down to Mexico,
To get my very own space low rider.
“Well I guess that’s about it for America,
But I’m going to touch those stars,
In my slammed down ride.”
Verse Two:
Who wants to kill my dream?,
Just like they shot Dr. King,
Well you can't kill this king,
My space kingdom's too clean,
I got the stars around me,
I'm draped in robes of ether,
I grip my scepter of light,
And shine it at you people,
Because I see you're lost,
You threw your treasure map,
So now you want mine,
You better watch your back,
I just flourish and prosper,
I'm looking at nothing but wins,
And I just take to the skies,
I engineered these engines,
Well I'm ready for action,
My imagination's bumpin',
Just installed a solar system,
And now my hydros are pumpin',
Watch me rocket from Earth,
There's nothing nailing me down,
You can cos-play the Romans,
But I'm not wearing that crown.
“John Rocket.”
“Robot on Mars, American bomba,
La nete verdad, no canicas, no monda.
Dude, it’s my cohete, cruise the space barrio,
It’s total machin, carnal -- no mayatero.”
“Impala.”
Verse Three:
Planet after planet, going down,
Barricade, no leaving town,
There is no getting away,
You have to stay and smell the decay,
If you want space travel,
You need to know where to go,
Maybe China, or India,
Or someday soon, Mexico,
Welcome to American voodoo,
Salem Witch Trials, save up your sky miles,
De-evolution is the solution,
Living like slaves in electronic caves,
No more NASA, borrowed spacemen,
No more fighters, no,
And as for me, I’m going down to Mexico,
To get my very own space low rider.
Verse Three:
They came for all my homies,
They burned the science lab,
Took our chalkboard equations,
But we memorized 'em like mad,
And then we built that rocket,
We bought the parts from Egypt,
We filled that thing with beans,
We didn't want to freeze 'em,
But there came a suggestion,
That we should sail to Iceland,
They just took back their country,
But I'm a bean and rice man,
We needed somewhere close,
So we moved into Mexico,
Got some land in secret,
And built our UFOs,
So now we cruise every planet,
Leave crop circle graffiti,
That's our way of droppin' knowledge,
Just like feedin' the needy,
I remember back as a kid,
I built that tiny rocket model,
But now I got a galaxy so big,
I became my own role model.
“Yo, homes.”
“Pachucos -- dig the Jesus, all chrome on the dash,
I got no chutes, simon, too cool to crash,
Hydros? Con safos, I’m the rocket vato, Zoot Suit in the sky,
Now con pimp, de aquellas, homes, fly with my hyna.”