Heatseeker - Astronomy Class, Lotek, Astronomy Class feat Lotek

Brush my shoes off and bend my peak

Clear my throat and I’m ready to speak

Allow me to introduce yours truly

This sound hits like a kicking in the goolies

Now you sing soprano

Ja no techno — connnect like Meccano

There are no equals, check the info

I can kill a soundboy with just the intro

So — flash your lighter in the atmosphere

Im here, the other side of the atlas

Left far to UK, wanna check my display

Won’t stop until I get a rewind by DJs

And this sounds passe but life’s a cliche

People sell their souls on eBay these days

I don’t watch eee ays I make my advance

With an ace up my sleeve, I take a chance

This gambler’s luck must run out soon

So before the key change I’m out of tune

This cloudy view shows blurry sunshine

Heard the punchline — laughed regardless

See who laugh lasts laughs the hardest

Dance on the grave of a former master

In this amber-washed town

One foot forward — feels good for now

Pot off the backburner in fact turn the lights up

Lock in like heatseekers

Hit the loud speaker, metal head to raver

Check the Yellow Pages — sound and optics

Don’t try to stop this — roll the tape please

Note how under-evolved these apes seem

Like dreams of robots, I’m a ghost dog

Who rolls like tumbleweeds — holds the humble weed

Stroll cold streets in golden rays

Don’t seek olden days — I speak from them

Unique conundrum to beat the hum-drum

From A.U.S.T.

to streets of London

Speak with one tongue, a million eyes

And kill all them lies that we can’t get on

Cos for now I got cards worth betting on

But not letting on — what you sweating on?

It feels good for now but then moments pass

So as I hold this glass questions pose and ask

Is it full or empty?

Sparse or plenty?

How long’s a piece of string?

Can you tell me?

I’m not sure, if it’s short as time is

Long enough to wrap up the thoughts of rhymers

A small reminder — a day for each dog

Like when the dance floor favoured these songs

It’s true sometimes you might blink and it’s gone

And just when you might start thinking it’s wrong

It seems the path is long and you’re on it

The truth is just a lie when you try to be honest

Big slick I’m promising — a cryptic prophet

Lifting off lids when DJs drop this

What hits today may miss the mark later

The chance to take big chips are fast fading