Lyrics Space Mountain - Koncept, Deejay Element, Tanya Morgan

Space Mountain

Hey, yo, you’re making good records
But I can’t mess with that, kid
Rockin' dope sneakers, yea, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
Yeah, you making good records, but I can’t mess with that, kid
You rockin' dope sneakers, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
You should really get a letter from climbing on my dick
‘Cause that footstep will make you look less of a bitch
I be label, rap follow me to drive ‘em off a bridge
Cliff hanger, this banger, might as well just quit
Can make a little jam for these mindless little pricks
Rock a rip …, fish scales, take science to some kids
Take the root, the girl was flying, but united is always shit
Brown bag and tm y’all might call us kings
What?
Can I really say this is meant for everyone?
I have zero chains, no range, in range of getting one
I’m great, sound here, sudden the way you can’t wow him
And they found him, banging Minnie on Space Mountain
Public pissing isn’t different, listen running down your leg
And just like someone in a raw position does it more for taking
Listen dumb bitch and got these bitches taking all you’re making
I’m just getting mine and breaking bread with your health and you’re naked
You making good records, but I can’t mess with that, kid
You rockin' dope sneakers, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
You making good records, but I can’t mess with that, kid
You rockin' dope sneakers, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
Late to the party, double fist in a few bars
Hang loud, on my land, dusting my shoes off
It’s really fucked up, all right I need a few feet guns
Them true colors is a sound like school seats ground turning
Loosely, to fool the idiot who speaks, so I recycle paper
While I cycle through a few beats
Fight for my life on a daily basis, my mind stayed in the neighborhood
Or some deadly places
Doom purpose like turning out the bases
Twice the entendre, fighting with my greatness
For one man band performing live at Mall Disneyland
Struggling south of jail with a second hand wrist band
Make a list of niggas who I rap better than
You fill the notebook and end up with a cramping hand
El Captian in … sipping … grab a couple grand with my fam, that’s the plan
You making good records, but I can’t mess with that, kid
You rockin' dope sneakers, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
You making good records, but I can’t mess with that, kid
You rockin' dope sneakers, I can’t mess with that, kid
The music is important and I’ve lived through this rap shit
Unfortunately the pit side got you living backwards
Yeah, London three times so far because I write rhymes with no faux pas
Fall asleep pounding before I’m even that deep in it
To my credit, woke up with an increased limit
Rapped up the rats in 16 minutes
In said rhyme I didn’t mention false living
Violence, all champagne, all bitches, where’s my cookie?
If rap stop working, dog, I’ve got the rookie
Julius serving card, do you when the food shows up
Act fool and the fools go buck
Be a tool, gets crude, go nuts, it is so hard wrenching the fell
Do it like us and you’ll hit the head on a nail
Never been pliers or hammer, well