168 – Golden §on Resurrection

A stuttering turtle with Tourettes 
You can call me "DJ Brain Delay" 
I'm not afraid of turret bullets 
I go home everyday just to play 
Single-player Russian roulette 
Revolver in my ear, hear it say 
*BANG* "Shit, now he's dead" yet 
Still I Am, trying, flying my way 
To Earth in a supersonic space jet 
Cosmic cruisin' in search of clay 
Two void gazin' orbs sing a duet 
As black turns gray, promising day 
Golden §on Resurrection, I forget 
My name; at least I remember Dre