Moon Intro from Headspace by Reckoner

Stop and stare, gawkin' at a walkin' zoo.
Bummy, holes in everythin', probably droppin' jewels.
"Where you from?" They ask me, like I got a clue.
I telepodded here from David Icke's hollow moon.
Mine sweep you under the carpet-bomb.
Make the big bang feel like a false alarm.
Who's that new cat doin' boom bap?
Get the cheese walkin' across bodies in human glue traps.
A method actor playin' dead.
On a noose-tight budget askin' where his payments went.
Luckily, I'm jaded like elephants, and gave up
my desperate attempts at stayin' irrelevant.
The claim you're dope isn't holdin' up. Lure Mothman to
the bulb above my head, I'm Indrid Cold as fuck.
Hold my lungs as I plunge into space.
One with the Greys.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• boom bap
• dark
• underground
• weird
• Massachusetts