Yak, The Atlas, Reasun - Space Cadets Lyrics

You've activated my trap card

You should already know what Reasun about
Stu 22-2 without a Reasonable Doubt
No debut... in the music we stay glued
Call me The Professional, DJ Clue
You never jockeyed a disc? You ain't a DJ
It's all a game shit is stuck on replay
Back to the Genesis told her no pre-k
We don't need The Wire we playin' the Wii, bae

Back in the studio, shuffling the yu-gi-oh
Coach tracking smooth, smooth saxophone
Tap into rosetta stone
Corrupt it like I'm Missingno
We doing theory here
You barely keep the metronome, let it go
Geppetto with the strings,
Yak and Reasun like kings
Handing out knighthoods and rings
Anything for the cavalry
Bottom of the barrel
There's nothing you can get out of me
Smoking till I'm feral or inside of some fallacies

Escapin' in the room we back to reality
Me and Yak the Atlas travel through the galaxies
Proud to be a Space Cadet
Ya better place ya bets
Snappin' like Erick and Parrish dawg we breakin' Necks
Every day is a journey baby we takin' steps
Floetry... got the ladies sayin' Yes
Uh, shout-out to S22 me and Yak a double-edged sword catch-22

I found a blue's clue on the back of lady
Who looks like Erika Badu, so I had to smash dude
This streetrat goes nuts, no cashews
Everything gets chopped and screwed
Like the instant I walked passed you
Yo reasun, just got back from the avatar state
Sorry I'm fashionably late, they wouldnt get the fuck out the way
Down Route 28 swerving the gloom and the grey
Still bopping to a roller skating jam called Saturday

It's a Saturday
It's a Saturday
It's a Saturday
It's a Saturday
It's a Saturday
It's a Saturday