The daughter of the mother’s now the mother of a sun. So when I’m wearing yellow, it’s Confucius to the Ones…
Space City Express-er. Conductor. Collector. Space City Protector…
Is he Poet is he Rapper is he Architect, check-check-check, check ’em all mayne.
The S on my chest stands for Scott.
If you have seen the Golden Gorilla, then you have seen me.
Coz is cool, calm, and collected. Step on stage, watch the crowd get hectic!