Chapter V: Braces - CYNE

Should have never took the job, now they got me on the run

Got the designated target, accidentally killed his son

Casualty of doing wrong, gotta keep the credit strong

Gotta keep the teeth sharp, going in forever hard

Killmore, I saw, half human cyborg

Teeth like laser guns, life like a Ouija board

Jefferson airplane, then became a star ship

Michael Valentine Smith sitting in the cockpit

Drunk like Barkley, he’s crashing the star screen

In the enterprise, a federation got me (Teeth!)

Wrote me a ticket, dirty cockblocking bitches

Fled the scene, walk/drive to another mission

Operation Oversee His Son Ra paid me

Space is the Place, God has saved the black babies

Laser, taser, bro so major

Super Harrier flow, the cornerstone stranger

Peep the afterglow, my braces of plasma

Orthodontist scream «Goddamn this is magma!»

Teeth