Intuition, VerBS - Touch the Moon lyrics

Signing off towards known to
Being harder with songs
The first rapper on the moon
With his cardigan on
I'm so dapper on the move, stage to stage
And VerBS, stay fly, watch how
I grace the page, hey
My fan base is starting to form
Thank god ya'll like something that's
Not in the norm my patience done paid off
Grind like I make cof- fee
And I spit so sick that you may cough, gee
I'mma take off, peace I'm out
To another stage
Doin' good and now getting my mother's praise
But still think about the gutter days
Trying to take off in some better ways
Ya'll ain't trying to feel me
And I remember when
They wasn't trying to hear me
And now my plays is up, so what now
I got all my goals and pride in one line
No game, stop playing, it's time

We are about to reach up to the sky
Put your best fit's on
'cause you know we about to fly
3, 2, 1, blast off
Don't you ever question why
We were put up on this Earth
Gotta touch the moon before we die

One of a kind, you never seen my passion
The first cracker on the moon
With his Levi's saggin'
Pedal with no brakes, see I'm mashin'
Yo VerBS, let's start a clique
Call it the We Fly Faction
Yup, we kick it old to the new man
I got clean kicks that's older than you man
Roll up with crew haters, know what to do
Because they see the clenched fists and
Know we'll fold up a fool, damn
Head turner
They're like "How's he so confident"
Don't got a lot but what I
Got I rock to optimum
Tell these Billy Jean breezies
Intuition's not the one
But one night stands they'll regret
After I got to run
I'm on that old Tom Selleck
Hairy, handsome, tight pants
An eighties sitcom relic
Scour the crowd for chicks
Who give bomb melon
With a look up on they face
That screams "I'm not tellin"

We are about to reach up to the sky
Put your best fit's on
'cause you know we about to fly
3, 2, 1, blast off
Don't you ever question why
We were put up on this Earth
Gotta touch the moon before we die