Talk To The Romans - Project Polaroid, Kool Keith

«Captain's Log — supplemental.

Their entire race was counting on them to wipe

out

The menace that had held their culture locked in a standstill for centuries

And now they had the help of a starship…»

(Armed and ready sir)

Universe… galaxy… the world, the circumfrence

Deltron Major Nelson, cling-on like falcon

Norelco Gillette

Step to bat like a Met, Mike Piazza

I’m poppin a lot of blase-blasah

My students come to me and say yes so I am the king of big words

Scientific father, transportin Delco batteries

Accessories, ingredients for minerals and oil

I collect the coil

Turn worth, 50 G’s

My chest can burn off a hundred degrees

Flammable mass, when overcast

All nucleus is us

The ray’s comin

The sun damage the universal, they feel us

Talk to the Romans

The sources compel

To jump 335 cars like Kneivel

In front of five thousand people

Acceleration level beyond the rebel

Courtside Viewmaster

Anything you master, cast the spellphonic

On the rock creator, crystal sonic

High ventilation, overmind stimulation

Orchestration, devestation

No hemisphere, sort the plantation out

Altercation, U-L-3, you will see

Step in the bar and you will be

Talk to the Romans

The baffling symphony, hit the tweeters

The delivery expand, the production

The beats itself was empty

Highs crank the bass, the motivation is astonishing

The voice go crispy

More newer fake jazz artists try Dizzy, get Gillespie

Illustration tough, the circuitry was better

The highest of Jupiter satellites, don’t test me

Let the galaxy hold

Stir this like small plane turbulence

The hospital feedback, operation urgence

The dictatorship, on a foreseen future

You ain’t used ta, galactica funk

I jump in back of ya dunk

Talk to the Romans

(You're space happy if you believe that’s even conceivable let alone possible~!)

{On the contrary doctor, it may be impossible in terms of science;

But we’re not talking about using science here.}