Final Frontier Remix - RJD2

Alright.

Yo!

From the top!

Alright, okay

This is how we talk shit for 8 bars at the beginning

My team always winning

In the front row, grinning

We breathe adrenaline and exhale acid rain

Play with broken glass, shake off the pain

We roll on you fast, take off your gold chain

We take, all the cash, we take, all the blame

We move, all the merch, CDs, and shirts

For you, this is a game, but for me this is work

I clock in

Soon as I step on the stage

I get paid when my record is played

The 'Final Frontier'

Is when you master the stereo mix and twing

Snares and kicks like hands and fists

So when you know, let the next man diss

But act like you don’t care one bit (ha!)

See 'em around, give 'em a pound

And when his hand extend, you crack a smile

And punch him dead in his shit, see, ha

Soul Position in, sole possession of, pole position

Hold your breath and listen

We’re here!

The final frontier!

We’re here now niggas.

Man, damn these hoes

Smack a herb in his face and strike a b-boy pose

With a little alligator shirt, don’t make me

Spit a verse with the subs all bassy

I been doing this since 10 years old

And ever since then they wouldn’t leave me alone

You know Ox is so far you can’t see the throne

You’re lucky, if you peep my ankle

Your girl’s hands, she’s grabbing her ankles

Working my box spring and singing the Star Spangled

Bitch I ain’t a patriot!

I’m more like a jet type

That’ll hit you with a lead pipe, if the stats don’t land right

Niggas try to kill me but I caught the kite

(That's why) They say «they're here» like Poltergeist

We’re here niggas!

We’re here!

(Hey Rambo, get outta bed. go to school.)

The final frontier!

(Alright. set it.)

We breathe adrenaline, Rambo crime Mega Man dust

Fuck computer, I’m 21-bazooka tooth salute

'Plan 9 from Outer-', with a BK-wild hooker out the silo

You can file the 'Frontier' under 'Final'

Vinyl-killer fame, zig-zag brain companion

Tested positive for riot mouth and pled 5 on the damage

With a curfew in the city (right?)

Liberty and justice

Plus Timmy’s stuck in a ditch without his dog for once

blood in a sink, and then my lung out of a fiery speaker

I like how the emphysema leaks over your

Gatekeeper,, receivers, & bum aqualung

Where vertebraes are optional, personally I rock one

Personally, I’m Loch Ness;

breakwater prickly spine, and bad options

Blastoff geyser, back to the crafting and the last lost

We’re here!

(.bitch.)

The final frontier!

First time I grabbed the pen,

It’s in stores now motherfucker, pick it up!

Braces still flipping up like Pac rolling his grave

Ever since he left these pseudo-thugs can’t behave

They use his name to support frail frames

If it wasn’t for them bodyguards your ass would get maimed

I don’t play the strap game

I play that bring the bullshit to wax and get slapped game

So fuck a fat chain

I’m bumpin' Bad Brains, or something that strange

While playin' Max Payne — my hood plays the crack game

I’m just a ghetto geek, blessed with the gift of speech

So I can quote Howard Zinn, put a fist to your cheek

Hit rock bottom, french kiss the feet

And make victory my bitch by the end of the week and…

We’re here!

The final frontier!

We’re here!

The final frontier

Stop talking shit

Learn how to rap first

The basics

Fundamentals

Def Jux

Printmatic

Rhymesayers

Weightless

Yo, Soul Position

Rjd2 on the tracks.

With his happy ass.

Peace to Ramble Krohn.