Space

I'm ready whenever you are

I need a little bit of space man (where I stay always lifted)

The special ed down the hall just past the gifted

Honor roll class, feelin proud to roll past like

Up out of this bitch, they call an inch, take a mile

Why y'all accept the shit, that's way beyond me

Ain't no way that they ever gon' sway beyond we

Beyond belief, no receipt man, no repeat man

After burnin your brain, that's permanently engrained

Branded like ran into the coals - you smell smoke?

Pitch overhead and your standards are old - I smell joke

Sucker stranded in your life called professional piles

Stand up in this life and smile like vegetable style

A while back since, confess, bent his face a while

Hell yeah we session

Modill, E.V., LongShot, believe me

Be on Alpha Centauri, and that's fo' sheezy

Gimme a blunt and a fat sack of space

Gimme a stunt and a fat back with face

Gimme a brew, a vitamin C pill

Fuck it spark the cypher, fat beats and then we chill (I need space)

Back it up, ask a buck who fly

And the young'n super quick throw a L in the sky

Ready to die, ready to fly, ready to fry

Fuck a fake Kentucky Jacob gimme space when I rhyme

High, like I never blew a day in my life

Provin to make it you gotta move it and shake it like dice

Break you like ice cause these bitches gon' front

Know they only respect your lyrics nigga when you stunt (what?)

Ain't nobody off the face like me

I'm from outer space, that's why I flash a fake ID

Vocals, choke you, quote you to death with bars

Yes you are the next square to get bruised hard

Space, whaddayou say, like five feet? That's the regular?

We grown men wavin mic stands as sceptres

Somewhere far beyond your galaxy range

But closer to the core, Midwest home of the plains

Look out, we transmit pristine

I know you love the way the frequency sound all crystal and clean

We be off - we blast haters, Shot got phasers

Davis spit razors, race car he the major

The trinity's born, you lost and amazed

Ignore me now, after life you probably tune in the grave

Shit, we tryin to spread our wings while y'all flap the same crap

We advance, Long style and the green is good