Supernova Pilot (Rooftop Live)

[Part 1: CAde]
Cruisin' through the galaxy, it's supernova pilot
Looking for life, yo, will we ever find it?
Them red lights, they flicker, attacking space pirate
Quick, grab the controls, we need to hurry up
And Skeedaddle too late, yo we're temporary blinded
Missiles lockin' on, hit with ultra ultraviolet
Will it be the end of us? Mayday, mayday
This is 10 4, come clear the runway, oh
It's so cold in this climate
Strange figure appears, it seems we're uninvited
Come on, come on I'm ready with alphabet bullets
Cool it, play our positions then maybe we can fool it, fool it
Swimming with the fishes, hard to see the sky
Wish a million wishes but a eventually I die
So I do my dirty dishes and take a piece of the pie
It's do or do not, there is no try

Translucent, pixelated colors mash, integrated
Flash backs and the sound is gated
Look at my skin, I must have made it
Im all intact, in fact better than the flux in the back
Which took a hard wack and it might be stuck here
In a future unlike anything that i have ever seen

Bright lights with neo kicks, hover heels and 3d flicks
Skate boards without them wheels and it feels so electric, please don't trip
Speakers play shit that I've never heard
So fresh, clean, feel every word
It feels so peaceful, but why do feel so empty inside?

[Bridge: Dub FX]

Yes, yes

[Part 2: Pete Philly]
Zipped up my space suit, holy jesus me
And came overduce 'cause we play to stay
Go hoppin' from planet to planet, climbin' and jammin'
No aliens, so they might have understand it
I got mad, FX, pull it over the dub star, prince as is given a rob
Give more oxygen, 'cause I can't get enough
Cruisin' through the galaxy is more than enough
So high, so fly, my simple night, oh my
Im trippin', fist on space ticket
Hard they be kickin'
It just be tickin'
Spinnin' 'bout a supernova kickin, no killin'
Hitchhikers guides, they telling me go left
On your planet ain't nothin' left, man
Men takin' over by the emperor of theft
'Cause the evil, 'cause the pride
That's why we're so empty inside
We're so empty inside
We're so empty
Empty, empty inside
Yeah

[Part 3: Dub FX]
Yeah, yeah, yo
Intergalactic supernova pilots on the case
Enter the hyper speed warp drive powered up by the bass
Give me the joystick steering away, from the milky way
We got to keep moving into the dimension
Hold up now change lanes
Taken it too another speed, trying to get to a galaxy
Over the cosmos where its just so beautiful and free
I see pretty lights their flashing making me re imagine
Of all pf the crazy things that Ive seen
I'm having flash backs like whiplash of free styling aliens
Ripping it up on the microphone then asking to phone home
I'm seeing microscopic i don't know how to stop it
Its all a little crazy in this zone, lets go
We search endlessly for the perfect galaxy
Where expression is currency in a karma economy
We think its possibly around the corner up on the right
I think i see the lights and now where not so empty inside
Inside

And now where not so empty inside
Inside

[Bridge: Dub FX]

[Saxophone: Mr. Woodnote]