[Verse 1: Docktor Speckter]

Ayo, fly me to the sun like I was Icarus, rigorous/
Rap flow ridiculous, but so hot it be blisterin’/
Like fickle bitches sleepin’ on your crew more than barbiturate/
Gettin’ ‘em the picture, like the cat burglar dippin’ with/
The spittin’ image of the ticket to the risky business/
I’m sippin’ Guinness like I’m Popeye with a can of spinach/
Knock another one back, pocket full of blunt wraps/
Not to be the bum, but Docktor Speckter’s bringin’ grunge back/
Like Dirt’ Bastard or Kurt, I gets blasted at work/
And bursted out laughin’ at him as he sat with a smirk/
This be a permanent, state of red alert/
Or like a tournament of death, one life, you gotta earn it, kid/

[Chorus 2x: SachmoFlo]

Rumor, punk MC’s be suckin’ more than Hoover/
The rule of, thumb be not to dumb it down like stupor/
For future, reference that ill sense of humor/
Recommend you catch it like the 3:10 to Yuma/

[Verse 2: Docktor Speckter]

Ayo, fly me to the moon like I’m Sinatra’s impostor/
I gots to bloom, in other words I gotta prosper/
And blossom, play amongst the stars and speak the jargon/
Cuz it’s too damn hard to pull the cart like you the oxen/
And walkin, skies, like you in the Rogue Squadron/
And dodgin’ fire from the fighters on the watch, man/
Get off him, I prefer to kill it like a marksman/
Often at a distance, while they lookin’ at they watch, man/
It’s gonna’ cost ‘em to slang it at the heads/
Cuz the bang was in the bucks, when the bounty wasn’t dead/
I be Django, drummin’ but the double-d’s are silent/
If I’m lookin’ out of place it’s cuz I’m on a new assignment/
Started from the island, now I’m here/
Not a giant or a pilot, but admire my revere
As I try to disappear, call it ghostin’, I vanished/
Woke up south of border, on the coast, speakin’ Spanish/

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3: Docktor Speckter]

Ayo, fly me back to paradise, I got a time to beat/
‘Round the World in 80 Days, Corona: gotta’ find my beach/
So I could clarify I’m ringer to these minor leagues/
Pave the way in gold, like I’m accustomed to the finer things in life/
Cold nights, no lies/
I been a drifter at times, I’ve laid my head on roadsides/
Like Apedemak, form of travel: as the crow flies/
While you ridin’ out the ebb and flow of rap at low tide/
I won’t try to go with gut without a conscience/
Dock Speck, gut ‘em like the Colorado Lochness/
Monster, how I’m droppin’ the apocalypse in droplets/
Just to keep it rainin’ down upon you when the god spits/
Oh my god, his shit the slickest in the litteral/
To think he’s only been a nightcrawler for a minute though/
I took a pitiful, idea, made it pivotal/
And did it for the Specktacle like pussy on a pedestal/