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E.T.O.
Hip-Hop/Rap
E.T.O. was released on March 4, 2022 by Dope Money Team Entertainment as a part of the album The Process
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Release DateMarch 4, 2022
LabelDope Money Team Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
STORMN
STORMN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Carlson
Norman Carlson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Ex Extraterrestrial
Ex Ex Extraterrestrial
All of these rappers
Are sounding the same
Wish they would change like climate
I'm in the flames
Defining deranged
I'm hiding the pain
And trying to fight it
I'll never change
Even after the fame
If it ain't with Lil Wayne
Then I ain't gonna sign it
Plenty to gain
But nobody beside you
If they get behind you
Then they in disguises
Shhh
Fell from the sky man
Puffing on diamonds
Never gonna find him
Even with your Vyvanse
Giving you some guidance
Building my alliance
But if you got a problem
We can take it outside
Then erase where your mind went
Face plant
Mosh pit
That's on my Pac shit
Headed to the top
I'm the Hollywood prophet
Trying to fill pockets
Rap catastrophic
Till I get profit
Hat like a rocket
On my Hip Hop shit
Ripping any topic
Leave you like a popped zit
Way too hot
Boy you never gonna stop this
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Ex Extraterrestrial
Ex Ex Extraterrestrial
I come to get that money
Mother fucker I'm with it
I went from flipping the funny
And coming up in my city
To on the fifty yard line
Popping shit like I'm Diddy
Did he hit him a line?
Man how is he witty?
One hit at a time
Mixing lit with the MIDI
I try to follow the signs
But it can get a bit tricky
Blacking out like a hickey
On the couch smoking sticky
From the south
Where they run up in your house
With a blicky going Blap!
They just want to see you on your back
They don't want to see me get stacks
Cause they know I ain't black
Trying to meet Dre like .Paak
Everyone's late to the stage
Getting lapped no cap
I don't wanna shake nor dap
With a fake Borat
Doing late door dash or crack
I just want to make more tracks
Innovate war rap
Then erase your pack like that
Coming with sentences
From another dimension
I'm representing the premises
Full of riddles and gentlemen
With adrenaline killing them
With the venomous vision
I been the veteran villain
And that's facts
Here to find a derivative
And divide up my dividends
I'm the prominent infinite one
To find the religion of rap
Finally bridging the gap
Full of ambition
You full of shit
if you come at the
Extraterrestrial being
Yea we really out here
Written by: Norman Carlson
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