Alien Ancestors

[Intro]
Do you see that strange fire?
That light at the mountainside

[Verse 1 - Canibus]
Formaldahyde, less than ten-thousand feet high
Brown men with red eyes, beamed down from blue skies
Half human, half griffon, what a beautiful Christian
You got wings, you could fly; you got ears, you could listen
Use your eyes as a tool for precision
They life liquid is crimson
They ruled this prison planet from beginning
Some have green blood, but I don't care, I still fuck wit' 'em
The Poet Laureate blue bloods get blue ribbons
I woke up out my sleep to the sound of rude alien children
The sun was sizzlin', the moon was missin'
I witnessed the first bar war laws, some new lyrics, what is is?
Nano tech killers seduced the apprentice
Them sons-of-bitches mutilated cows
All we could do is say "wow"
How you feel about 'em mutilatin' humans now?
They shoot down drones with downrange caliber chrome
In wedge formation, travelin' home

[Hook - Canibus (Formaldahyde)] x2
(Ancestry)
All G's are related genetically
(Never meet again by the hands of destiny)
The DNA genome
(In an alien form)
Wherever Hip-Hop was born, we goin' back home

[Verse 2 - Formaldahyde]
Aliens implanted humans with microchips
Check the bible scripts, Ezekiel's wheels was spiral ships
...
Looking to the stars in the sky asking when the arrival is

[Hook - Canibus (Formaldahyde)] x2
(Ancestry)
All G's are related genetically
(Never meet again by the hands of destiny)
The DNA genome
(In an alien form)
Wherever Hip-Hop was born, we goin' back home

[Verse 3 - Anonamix]
Alien workshops before the skay boards
...
Shape shift, amaze grip, you'll only see (?)

[Hook - Canibus (Formaldahyde)] x2
(Ancestry)
All G's are related genetically
(Never meet again by the hands of destiny)
The DNA genome
(In an alien form)
Wherever Hip-Hop was born, we goin' back home

[Verse 4 - Canibus]
PNC codes, satellite transmitters leafed into my clothes
Authorized by Formaldahyde flows
Guidance system provide the wisdom
Star map wizards improvisin' positions, tryin' to soften collisions
I was lost out in the desert, donkeys dragged off with the records
The S.O.S. message sucked like a pair of breast-es
All female fleet, tight fittin' spacesuits with no crease
Nice breasts, glutes, and feet
They wear self-lacin' latex boots
They come to earth to play the flute
Juice tigers makin' automated juice
Their eyes blink vertically, kaleidoscope geometry circles me
They hypnotize the planet for eternity