Lyrics:
the crackas at, outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play
slappin' you
Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits
the crackas at, outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play
the margin's space/
My body's in this room but my mind's in a other place/
Probably floating in the sea of tranquility/
Outer body experience, out of my mind
We are floating in the outer space watching from the distance
Our dreams that we dreamt on planet Earth come to existence
And I could pay you
I been flying out to outer space
See me high with the martian i cant even think damn!
You can't keep up with my pace
If that nigga talk crazy i slide
pass the margin and pass the Section Eighty
We got white people marchin', this shit is fuckin' crazy
We gon' be on the favors, I'm soapy on the Faga
passed the margin
It'll get cut off
Like fringes
can't be sitting on the benches
I'm in the game to win it
If i shoot it
Imma swish it
I swear these
we're not incapable
We just dismiss the warning signs
Were so detached from feeling what they might excused from the collective guilt
The margin shifts
Triple 7 chains on the gang they be dangling
Try to hit a stain we throw bullets like we Peyton
Baby im a butter and yo last nigga on a different Margin
He
shout out my UNC like I flew out to Charlotte
I got the pacc landing cuz it is departed
I am from outer space like my name Marvin
I stay around trees,
that’s unrealistic (It is)
I roll up then blunt then puff on the gas bitch I get high to moon (I’m gone)
I'm outer space a whole another place, feel like
no smoke
You don't want no smoke
You don't want no smoke
You don't want no smoke
We are not the same I'm in outer space
Fighting off the martians
You
When cracks are showing my eyes will race
Uncounting stars in outer space
Can't tune it out, can't turn it off
Undress the elephants in the room
I'm
be reading
But my mind's in outer space
Cause I'm thinking of a place
I'm thinking of a place
Some kind of meditative state
Something I can hang
the margins with these bars
I let 'em march
Watch 'em marvel at the truth of what I do
I'll be a martyr before a mute
Yeah, my arts a whole mood
I'm That Dude,
valley cobra snake reaching for words to taste.
Translate tangents, walking the outer limits of language.
Un-average, against the grain, so everything
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