Livin' Astro (Baka Boys Remix #1) Songtext
von 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 DeVille's
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, Primetime, I move your way


Budweiser Fest, soundcheck, 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

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′ma 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 Britteclaw
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 eyeway
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

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

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 bumrush your afterparty
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 4000
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

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

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

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