[Verse 1]

What you're hearing right now is no illusion

The way that I'm workin' seems barely human

Observing beats like they were scenic sights

'Till I'm shining just like the Phoenix Lights

Many wanna stay lit like a ghost rocket

But they go and stop it, when they realise there's no profit

Being made, with all their bank accounts

Being empty or with such small amounts

Me? My human skin is a hologram

Heartbeat can't be seen with a sonogram

Spit on a track, and the beat turns hot as hell

Abandoned my ship, when I crashed in Roswell

Still rappin', hoping to blow up with persistence

Govеrnments wanna hide my existеnce

'Cause I got rhyming skills at my fingertips

Sending all my info back to my mothership

[Hook]

I'm an extraterrestrial

Outta this world, so respectable

Got a brain like a database

Not of this world, I'm from outer space

I said-

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[Verse 2]

It can be a cruel world, word to Lana Del Ray

They're lookin' at me like I'm armed with a death ray

Didn't take long 'till I realised

That they regard my works with envious eyes

If you wanna be a bad man, you can miss me son

I'm the one alien that escaped from Area 51

Wait 'till you see my ship in the atmosphere

Hanging bright above your head like a chandelier

You overpowering me? Most unlikely!

You've a better chance finding Flight 19!

Keep me in your memories? You can try me!

Suited well in black, like in MIB

Skin deep, I look like a civilian

Underneath, I might be grey, green or reptilian

My species will invade, this is just a preview

Just know nobody you tell will believe you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

A creature from deep space that still evolves

Involved in cases Scully and Mulder couldn't solve

Would conspiracy theorists be able to handle these

If I start another battle over Los Angeles?

In my mothership, movin' round at the speed of light

Near polar-orbit like the Black Knight satellite!

Moving forwards, while everyone thinks backwards

A monster on the track, like the one from Flatwoods!

Homeworld far beyond the reach of your telescope

Not talking weed when they say my rhymes are hella dope!

I make my own path, no matter the cost, man

Spreadin' my wings out, call me the Mothman!

Start spreadin' rumours like burning gasoline

You'll end up abducted under my tractor beam

Last thing your family sees before they're stranded:

The lights from my ship as I leave this planet!

[Hook] (X4)