You'd be the type of cat
Who really doesn't give half a fuck
Sells drugs right in front of night clubs
Disrespects cops in all possible ways
Throwing dead bodies outta your truck
Right next their favourite bar & grill spot
Push kilos of the snow-white
Kill all enemies at sight
Have the streets AND the industry bow to your might
That is, before you wake up at your home
Sucking on thumb
And your mom's inquiring if you're dumb
Standing over you with a pitcher of water
Screaming "You've missed the school again!"
Shit, but for the dick
You should have been her daughter
That's the kind of characters
The internet is replete with
None to compete, I try hard to keep my wit
Struggling not to turn useless shit
Like most of them did
You ain't battling, you hide behind mics
Using sound-proof walls to get some respite
From the stinging stuff that I write
Now, why sit and wait
For another piece of worthless deadweight
To surface and start claiming gangsta?
The way I feel right now
I'd taking on towering monsters
So yeah, watch me jet through the stars
Set my super-human foot on Mars
And challenge the green ones, leave'em all scars
With no space protection suits, boots or helmet
Defying gravity, heat and radiation; spreading mayhem
Slaying them green fuckers who tried to bring ruckus
To planet motherfucking Earth
Stomp'em to turf and put the time in reverse
Why's that?
Cuz I haven't satisfied my blood-thirstiness yet
But first I want to see them all sweat
Trying to catch a deja-vu
Like "Why he wants to kill me again, too"?
I'll prove my kung-fu's deadlier than voodoo
Shred'em all to green doodles
And bring in the Chinese to produce
The Real Xang-Li Martian Noodles
Scuttle their UFO scooters and turn the planet over
To international looters arriving in shuttles
That's what happens to any who wants to battle
So shut up or your voice will turn muffled

Моззи, на этом форуме не то, чтобы марсиан, здесь англоязычных то мало...

Джес, понимаю... но ничего не могу с собой поделать: если прёт на английском - пишу на английском

aight, man, u r always on point...

sometimes I feel like this, sometimes I do not
sometimes I flow like 'Bis, sometimes my tongue in a knot
I ain't killin cops but I'm holdin my gat
not sellin in front of, choosin the door that's back
but tonight I feel like it, tired of routine falses
angry on everyone, wanna catch murder cases
Mars... if i could I'd fly there wit' my crew
pissin off greens till they all got screwed
new place - no police, no courts, no stupid faces
just bring the fuckin ruckus in a rude Wu style
soon them UFO pilots'll recognize my profile
merciless, my second name would be Murderous
Morpheus who'll take yo life wit' no exact purposes...
but I'm here, on my Mother Earth
addicted to it from the day of my birth
Hey, Moz if u find that spaceship
call me, man, we could do all this shit

man, I fucka can't find ya on that fuckin streetlife.ru... maybe we'll chat here... and rip fake thugs as well as we used to do it before...

Ya know, yesterday I looked through my cds, wonderin what I want to listen to... And picked Nastradamus up. And if any wigga tells me 1 mo time it's wack I don't know what I would do to him Got plenty of pleasure!

whatever man, just so that we keep in touch =)
Nastradamus... ahem... the worst Nas album - according to me, of course (please don't shoot) Can't even remember anything decent except "Life We Chose" and "Come & Get Me".
and Mars Chronicles III is coming soon

and what about Project Windows and God Love Us? Sincerely can't get Come Get Me, tho its Primo cut. But I wanna say it plays like an album after all....

and I'll strike back with Mars Chronicles as well
"stay tuned real rap comes at halftime"

what's new?

r u online?
really appreciate when u make not regular posts like that. It makes me amped up and wakes up my rhymin abilities...

"Mars Assault, pt. 3", coming sooner than soon
KABOOM! Here it is, no need to stay tuned
Friendly advice – don't buy land on the Moon
I'll vacate the planet Mars by the end of this June
"Find a spaceship?" Hell no!! I'll high-jack it
Knock out the lax security recruits
Hit'em in the base of their necks
Leave'em out of the context like brackets
Jump-start the rocket with fart gas and butane lighter
Take off in a hurry to evade interception fighters
Land on Mars in no time
Climb the highest rock on the planet
Like it's an APC and I'm the Granddaddy Lenin
I'll challenge the green-ass bastards
Aim my foot right and kick'em by clusters
Mash them into a sour mass like mustard
Mutilate them to the state of basket cases
Like the Green Day
Hold my dick high to the sky
Making piss-drop circles
On the Red Planet's surface
Offend the locals till they burp
And their faces turn purple
Slice'em extraterrestrial cowards for green salad
Rip'em wide-open with my lyrical mallet
Dodge their poisonous shells
Raise my fist and let them smell it
Then I'll let'em feel it, too
Perform deadly battle-rap ju-jitsu
F@ck their illogical minds
Till they turn completely schizo
No amount of green can avert me from getting obscene
On them eggheaded human-abducting teams
Trying to threaten me with their green laser beams
I'll shatter their shins and chins
Smash their bones to smithereens
Slam'em harder than Onyx and Dream Team
Challenge their best witches to come and get me
Get my titanium hockey stick and bounce'em
Like a puck gets bounce by Wayne Gretzki

Ya know, before we get there we gotta make
plans what to do after that groundbreak
at first, of course, rip all the green-skins
like sir Francis Drake
ripped dumb indians during his long trip
and then I think the best thing we could do
blaze some purple haze and have a sip of old brew
Yeah fuckin spaceship gotta be big enough
to stow the weed, Es, couple of chicks and all that stuff
cause I can smoke all day without even a cough
and can fuck all day and remain strong and rough
ok, after the main things are done
we can start to conquer these UFO dumbs
one - big-ear green-skin bleedin wit shit
two - who're still alive run to spaceship
but they don't study Islam in them borough
My prophecy - u all burn in flame like Gomorra