Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Mountain, artist - Koncept. Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |