Space People - X-Clan, Quazedelic

G freak-a deak-a

Street sweeper

Close encounter mother ship scroll keeper

My rhymes are featured as a path to the seekers

Who won’t eat for the cake

And funk sprinkled on the teachings

Outreaching

Never leeching on the repetition conditions

My street knowledge mission is original

Completely

From pyramids to the mosque to the tipi

My bloodline is deep seed

And deep rooted

I stay black booted

Pimp strutting across the globe

For intelligent recruitment

Recycle a new movement

I’m like a cosmic pilgrim

With caravans of lyrical children

Straight true in living we building

My book of rhyme pages

Is blueprint for arc of the ages

Rattling the cages beyond these beats

It’s the voice of the chosen

Earthbound an ET

Who are we?

Space People

Moving underground to the e-n-d

Space People

Trying to find our way back to the galaxy

Space People

With all the tribulation to the end of time

Space People

Just funk all as one and free your mind

We take it city to city

Back yard to yard

It’s the zone transmission

Tone of the Gods

Spaceman in leather like General Zod

Ain’t no super fools out here trying to funk with the God

But it’s bigger than me

Upon this m-i-c

The arch enemy of war

Is the harmony in me

Define my flowetry (oh yes)

I guarantee you see a different type of method to my hip hop steez

Who are we?

(Space People)

Born to funk

Born to keep it loose and not the trunk

I spent many life spans as a lord of funk

I used to teach all the pharaohs how to humpty-hump

Big up to Booga Monk

I keep them hands clapping

Step into my temple and let’s really see what’s happening

Filling in the gaps with this rapping bill

Coming live and direct from the cypher I build