The Range

from Terraist by Resonant Sun

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lyrics

Chorus
Om Om on the range
where the extraterrestrials play
where wisdom is heard
emanational words
and the skies look milky all day

Om Om on the range
where the grays and the aliens play
where harmonics are heard
ceremonial words
and the humans will never be the same

Verse 1
Grab your 6-shooter
galatic communter
I rap with computer
smoke a bag of space buddha
ride the stellar mass bro
I grab Taurus with my lasso
past yo' solar vicinity
NASA can't get with me
use hydrogen energy
I cloak in ganja smoke
evade the men in b
round up from the ground up
build a mound, what?
my sound's stuck
in your crown duct
and bounce up
up out the ozone
shape shift your chromosome
turn into white buffalo and rome alone
return when my lyrical crops are overgrown
star seed hardly known, until I blow your dome
nuclear fusion, channel Jesus the Venusian
my startship's cruising bold going where no dude's been
galactic counselor, battling Lucifer
the Maldekian, representing bigger than Jupiter

Verse 2
It's high noon, I gotta fly soon
look at the white moon it's time for the typhoon
I might zoom on Pegasus, the light's tuned to my resonance
do we exist, here's the evidence
My ancestral team was beamed by the Edenic stream
you might of heard of our arrival in the Bible we're the Nephalim
Elohim means we're God-like,
an odd sight to the homosapien but it's all light
and all tone, enjoy the Earth home before it's gone
it's going down in a showdown with Babylon
Hodown and a square dance, I'm taking the rare stance
If my patnas got my back I got a fair chance
so get that gun out the holster, don't run out the dojia
Resonant Sun the exposa
Bush, just a lily-livered hoser, sniffing coke
watch him croak as I blow away the gun smoke