Ballistic (Set Theory [Numb3rs])
Lyrics documented Recording unresolved
Russell as the lab experiment who survived — half alien, half prophet, all wrath. The "pandemic in prayer" verse became his signature closer across three songs.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
I was the Chosen One who lived
after the many failed quantum-physiology genetic experiments
killed off most of my people.
LMAO — my prescription was late this time, I needed a break anyway:
a break-your-face if you's a hater who's hatin'.
I'm a buffer for the racist people on both sides of the spectrum —
can't chase the hare? The turtle wins the race, remember.
I'ma be the first rapstronaut in outer space someday.
I just said it from your mind, left unsaid, grabbed it telepathic —
alien. I wear a NASA shirt every day
to inspire me to be smarter than hip-hop music.
Verse 2 — The Pandemic Prayer
OR I'MA SEND ANOTHER PANDEMIC IN PRAYER
TO UNLEASH WRATH UP ON YOUR SOUL —
with assholes working overtime in Hell to bring you home,
where they're forced to be 'til they've grown old,
to see themselves die a lie with no great legacy,
no stories left to told or tell.
I tried to find where I looked for in your storyline of empty woes
and wishes from disrespectful bitches tellin' you what you can or can't do
when you don't even have a dome —
bitch-ass, fagget-ass haterz, STFU,
quit doin' so much blow on dicks you handle with no gloves.
Original lyric sheet (PDF) → The dated Samsung Notes sheet this song was written on.
Original home: OG NASA on BandLab →