Space

I'm ready whenever you are [Modill - One] 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 [Hook 2X: Modill] 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) [LongShot] 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 [Modill - Two] 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