Livin Astro

[Kool Keith] Yeah Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror I am the original black Elvis That's right; when you see me with my wig to the side Wearin' my short leather jacket Marilyn Monroe on my back I'm livin' that life I'm for real with this That's what I think about I like to tell my fans I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis Write songs quickly for Elton John or Lionel Richie Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan De villes I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye Step in the front row, prime time; I move your way Budweiser Fest sound check, demanding more respect I come correct through the Metro and turn y'all petrol I'm up here early, bitin' donuts, sippin' on espresso While you sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill I'm doin' it well, I'm doin' it swell Yeah [Chorus] Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro; tell me how you feel One two, one two Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio I talk swift; the rock king, black Romeo I pack clubs; promoters put me out in Tokyo Damage your area; I'm a launch a fierce missile I roll schools, movin' butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over, man; I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Breda Kolff New Jersey Nets real man; you ain't no Donald Hillman Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch Forward your info while Tony Lou crank the Benzo Move out your driveway; white girls look, turn they eye away Jealous in fact, tryin' to rip the capes off my back I move with calm and potential through instrumentals Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin' rentals I get real dino, runnin' groups like a rhino Endin' careers - that's my job; yo, your rap is final Cancel your in-stores; your new job is moppin' floors Fixin' tiles, stoppin' potholes up on the roof You work for service No tips, man, I speak the truth [Chorus] Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV level three when I fly on BET Livin' astro; tell me how you feel One two, one two, one two Pull your hoods down; I bum rush your after party Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry Pack your bags; I move my luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones I tour with Anthrax through Texas with the Rolling Stones Booked by the agency, famous artists payin' me Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin' at the moon Mad atmosphere, ridin' first class on British Air Lobster and steak while y'all back in time doin' remakes I'm futuristic, nine-nine to the year four thousand I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with Fly young ladies, AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes Brand new models, only seen one in Colorado Light green metallic in the Shark Bar eatin' salad Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin' in Beverly Hills Step up your wildest spaceship, kid, in the Plymouth Prowler Comin' down [Chorus x 3]