Unemployed Black Astronaut Lyrics - Busdriver

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon 

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon... (Or possibly, one of the great all-time bus-drivers.) 

It's the resurgence of the happy black rappers 

But our African medallions are handicap placards. 

I am alphabetized in the "modernized retro" 

And my press photos are wallet sized. My rent's low. 

Why don't you shape me? I'm malleable flesh and putty 

and a salad bowl with? dressing 

and assimilated into urban fuel testing 

Dress and doggy are coveted by a sexy bunny 

afraid I'll add her to my burlesque show. 

Who's slipping the ring finger of the lead singer? fresh bowl. 

? bitches rule with bee stingers but I'm refreshed though. 

It's home of the black speed rader. 

Perplexed or blurb stretched 

Dude adjusted? but the bird's nest is low. 

Which means I'm commonplace. 

Til the boy and me traveled the country in wooden spaceships 

On the phone cussing at deep-booking agents. 

I wield words that have come from the country with the underground who's-who 

But I feel like I've been sodomized with a billiards pool cue. 

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I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon. 

Pound my beliefs into the desired shape 

And put them sound asleep in the fireplace. 

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon. 

Pound my beliefs into the desired shape 

And put them sound asleep in the fireplace. 

It's the return of the all popular adult rappers 

Who retreat to their holes in the sky, climbing up rope-ladders 

And I will sell you a silver disc soaked in laughter, 

Cause you've been brainwashed. Out of your ears leaks soap lather 

Why don't you deify me? I'm Buckaroo Banzai. 

Don't know what to do, I'm the wrong guy. 

I touch crews like Krush Groove on DVD 

And I kinda started doing songs with CVE? 

But now you're like (Chillin' Villain who? Project what?) 

Persona Non Grata with the wrist-band in front of Popsicle stick man. 

He's a wall of hot lava. Drip crayons on your clipped glands. 

So I found the top dollar. Twist strands to enrich fans. 

But there's not a lotta offers. They give brands to kitsch bands. 

I water lawns for the ADD D&D role-players 

And we got along, so we formed a commonwealth 

And you hear me through random sightings and file-sharing 

And you tell me that song writing's like child bearing 

No it's not, it's self indulgence 

Elephant culprits watch their egos melt in charcoal pits. 

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I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon. 

Pound my beliefs into the desired shape 

And put them sound asleep in the fireplace. 

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon. 

Pound my beliefs into the desired shape 

And put them sound asleep in the fireplace. 

Oh my. Sorry I left my acceptance speech in the back of the private car 

And I re-wrote the Hollywood ending, fluxed the motion-picture screen 

Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene. 

Oh my. Sorry I left my acceptance speech in the back of the private car 

And I re-wrote the Hollywood ending, fluxed the motion-picture screen 

Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene. 

Yeah! This is the climate of cathartic writer 

That enables who? in the market they lifer. 

I've been out-sold and my styles are old and lame 

I'll spark a lighter to the carpet fiber 'cause I'm not a household name. 

I'm a tax write-off, I signed a deal with no exit clause. 

My label's like Ms. Santa Clause on menopause, so I'm banging on padded walls. 

So I'm trying to make hits, but I keep hitting pop flies 

I don't eat out any more, I thaw chicken pot pies 

But I used to be in the list of the top five 

Fresh hip-hop guys. 

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon. 

Pound my beliefs into the desired shape 

And put them sound asleep in the fireplace. 

I am the first black astronaut 

To walk the bare moon, from my air balloon.