Lyrics:
Ay Ay uh
She wanna have sex in a little
Cause I'm flexing a little
Got money, they like you a lot
Don't got time to spend checks on these bitches
the flesh.
Man I swear to God, I'll tear yo heart from yo chest,
From the darkest of depths, I'm the farthest ahead,
Space shuttle flow, I pull apart from
ancient
Orion guarded by the constellations
Under the moonlight with ganja find me mediating
That the life I'm chasing
Divine time and placement
Manifesting
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been
next shit
[Drunken Dragon]
Yo, yo, yo...
They call me Darth Vader when I'm invadin ya space
Raid your area (Yo RZA hit 'em with the mace)
Leave that
get drawn by amateurs doin a thesis
Where y'all look up and see space and emptiness
They see an infinite race for historical greatness
Don't shamelessly
Acting like a backseat driver
Hyper
Pissed as fuck
Yo you missed the exit
Yo you messed it up
That's when it hit me
The drip from the bump
Nah
That gift
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only
in the skies, it's pitch black
Even all the comets passing by, he missed that
Yeah, think about it just a little bit
I'm not an adult
I'm a kid
woah, woah
Shoutout to these illiterate rappers that's
Gettin' screwed by yo' contract (Brrt)
A simple read of legal fee
And you'd never sign that
a ressurector
Spit'n on some brolic beats nigga you might need a bigger antennea
Matter fact a satellite
So we can open space leaks
Nibble on a little pinch we
my face
Know I been on my grind imma shine one day
Hit my line it ain't bout no pape
Baby I'm just fine gone and take yo space
Done taking my chances
showing my ways
I know I’m making sense
I was looking for raxkz
Then it all just made sense
When you get a little funds
Keep on stacking yo chips
I ain’t
Gangster or Pop, even backpackers know that I'm real good at rappin'
I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin'
Yo so I'm 'bout to talk
the skies
Or outer space, standing here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf
Where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves
Be it
gone kill some more
(Say never know when it could be you)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(They leave yo house and don't come back)
Murda mo
tail between his legs
So I stay ahead of those who pose a threat
To my goals or my dreams so a little Indian thing
With a circle and some and some
Yeah
Shouts to uhh, to Maxxon Priddy for making this beat
Uh Shouts to me for bodying this beat
Yeah
Yo
I'm in the mustang getting compared to Royce
Chorus
move my body i go dance yeah( I will dance) Every every gimme chance yeah(give me space) cus am feeling good am feeling bright yeah brighter
Kody boy you back wit tha vibes
I'm outta space cause this coupe is a Martian
I jumpman this money my last name is jordan
I Dunk in yo bitch wit this
(Yo wassup)
(Yeah yeah this the song right here)
(Yeah)
(It's hot right)
(Chuckle)
(Aight well you know what)
(I'm just gonna get right to the point)
of destruction makin noise
Instant death by a deadly force
Break yo neck with
No remorse
Leave yo body to rot
Head go pop
Time tick tock
All these people
But you know what
I really don't give a fuck
It's like some people just don't fucking get it yo
Like I don't know man maybe you're the fucking
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