Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space (Ft. Modill), artist - LongshotDate of issue: 17.10.2005
Song language: English
Space (Ft. Modill) |
| 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 |