7evenThirty Space Gangsta lyrics

(feat. Coke Bumaye; Ivisuai)

[Verse 1 - Headkrack] Such an eclectic, Rap's Nikola Tesla/ I'm a eight year program, you're just a semester/ I live in my laboratory, clones battle for me/ They only weeks old, when chicks fuck ‘em in statatory/ You'll get it later, critics, haters and fans/ When I rock it's like Michael J. Fox at the dance/ Marty McFly, zip by, this is my DeLorean/ It runs on rappers' fears, it's clear who's victorious/ With warriors in jets, gold chains on my neck/ Attracts them android hoes, the Casimir Effect/ And certainly they work with me, I understand they circuitry/ I scoop ‘em from their planet and I let ‘em hang on Earth with me/ While me and 7evenThirty serve MCs/ Futuristic imagery will trick the nerve of ye/ I'm Albert Einstein with wifi, chumps why try/ Word to Stephen Hawking [We're ahead of our time

[Verse 2 - 5-D] Intergalactically known, locally respected/ Next shit, post-apocalyptic Mad Max, bitch/ Gather ‘round and meet JackTown's Doctor Emmet Brown, while 7evenThirty stay so McFly/ We in the sky, cause the space rhyme continuum's the fabric of our lives/ You shaky like Aaron Neville's voice, not gonna survive/ Watch the blu-rays thrive/ Took it to your beta max, but it wasn't enough, coming straight up out the Jack/ Turning rappers to dust/ Rising to the fifth dimension, where it's beautifully rough/ While you stuck down in the third, skinny DNA nerds/ You fickle sickle cell n*ggas ain't cold/ Leave ya girl, and watch a n*gga get chose/ [I thought you knew]/ You little Jack Ass youth, doing Jack Ass things with ya Jack Ass crew/ My n*ggas take it nine innings, from the start to the beginning/ We beamin' and Charlie Sheenin', my n*gga, that's by Winning/ From the start to the beginning/ We beamin' and Charlie Sheenin', my n*gga, we by Winning

[Hook - Gensu Dean] Let me take a sec/ And run it down the line/ 5 MC's known to freeze your soul and mind/ Tracks still laced, twist ya face like a fresh lime/ 3 hard knocks, and just one dime/ Poison you wack MC's like turpentine/ Alway on the grind/ Caught up in a bind/ The ladder of success, yeah, we are known to climb/ Fresh or online/ Ahead of our time

[Verse 3 - Mo Ney Stax] Me and these n*ggas spaced out/ 7:30, I wake up/ Heaven's where we are sent from/ Outta this world I take ya/ Booth in the back I massacre, bloody, it's kinda tragic how Mo Ney in any galaxy actually different caliber/ Strike with minimal, astronomically difficult/ Replication impossible possibly sick and mental I'm/ hard as cement is, make martyrs from you and kinfolk, impartial to spittin' prophecies, scarred up from what I been through/ And it's so simple, I hardly wanna bother, ahead of our time, a scholar, too smart to be gettin' caught up/ Go ‘head, I'm watchin' you takin' my smart for weakness/ I'm proper when I be speakin', but reach for the Glock to pop you/ So patiently, you been waitin', erasin' you say is favorite, replace ‘em with me I basically take out who's ever facin' me/ Aching to be embraced by us, race to the top you chasin' that number one spot I'm takin'/ More over and make a vacancy

[Verse 4 - 7even] See, there's no way that you can safely save a space for me, it's never gone be pretty/ From Jackson, Mississippi, and fuckin' up major cities/ Grab ya women and children, cause every time we do battle, we crashin' into ya buildings/ that's collateral damage/ Spittin' from in the brain with it, written within the cranium, gifted within' this language/ I am so insane, I'll beat you in Japanese animation/ Anime/ “Eat the cake, Anna Mae” shit, with spaceships/ I'm Vegeta/ You rappers are Mr. Popo/ You got to speed up/ Just to catch my written slow-flow/ So ahead of my time,I will go back in time to knock you dead with a line and still make it back in time to meet my deadline/ My spittin' germ got the power to stop the earth spinnin', building enough inertia to hurl you all into space/ Fall into place/ I got lasers of all different shapes/ All collaborated and aimed to hit you all in the face/ You don't want it

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Space Gangsta (feat. Coke Bumaye; Ivisuai) 04:06



SPACE GANGTSA
[Verse 1 - Coke Bumaye] Reportin' live from the south side of another planet/ Where money is no advantage/ Schoolin' every rapper, i welcome ‘em to my campus/ Pussy n*ggas, they panic/ They saggin', showin' they panties/ That's vulgar, believe me, I showed ya'/ I just want that head, baby you can keep the shoulders/ Mountain to a boulder, Sergeant to a soldier/ n*ggas mean-muggin' until I get the “Folgers”/ Hot shit to ya' mug, lay you ass down/ Mean-muggin', don't let that be yo last frown/ It's the last down, do I look scary?/ Fourth and inches, n*ggas still throwin' Hail Marries/ I carry this shit like a digit/ When you great, don't have hate, you have critics/ So civic/ New Jack City, Nino Browns gettin' found face down the the river/ My n*ggas need a lung and a liver/ The way they smoke the loud and they chase it wit the liquor/ Keep lookin' til ya get the big picture/ And I keep snappin' like I see the big picture/ hang with a gang of stars, the Big Dipper/ And it's fuck you and whoever come witcha/ Other shit, like I'm from outer space/ Sitll gettin' tats, til I run outta space/ On the highway to Mars, better get out my way/ Space Gangstas in this bitch, wanna come out and play

[Verse 2 - Ivisuai] Grey cap and my grey boots/ Ja Ru damage a track/ Make hits, just like babe Ruth/ Empty closets for my space suit/ I'm in my spaceship gettin' high, engine run off Grey Goose/ You can't spoof if you say boo/ You in the coupe, n*gga make room/ And stay tuned/ We make moves/ Through the galaxy, rapidly/ Watchin' my back ‘cause Boba Fett tryna capture me/ traded in the 4- 5th for the brand new laser gun with the prototype chip/ Been flowin' like this since I was just a youngster/ How I can remember, a young n*gga was a stunner/ Son of a gunner, mu'fucka, I'm a bastard/ No flow father figure, why it's so savage/ We on the hyper speed chase for the cabbage/ Steady makin' bread, check my Facebook status/ And hit ‘em up, might still don't give a fuck/ Yo, I smoke trees daily, plus drink up in my cup/ Hyperspace travel on a whole ‘nother sound brink/ Yo, hold up, that's 7evenThirty on the com link

[Verse 3 - 7evenThirty] Horror Hell-bringer dead wrong/ Max Redrum/ Starship Trooper-style murder murk ya, head gone/ Closed casket killer, kil ‘em with lyricism/ I'm a souther-style sinner with sinister cynicism/ ManMelter 3600ZX Sub-Atomic Disintegrator Pistol, poppin brains like pimples/ I enter through the left and exit out the right temple/ Now get this for the record, 7evenThiry's quite mental/ I pierce through ya dental wit the pen and pencil/ Cause I don't need the pencil or the pen to pull a pistol/ I'm laying antifreeze for these new-school “cool cats”, black/ I should be in the booth in black zoot suit and jetpack/ I'm so Space Gangsta/ Switchblade, I nickname the mini lightsaber, walk up and shank ya, thank ya/ Leave you on the roof and let the sun “stanky stank” ya/ This the West Jack, where we don't take to strangers/ the most unpredictable n*ggas wavin' a weapon and waitin' to rob a Will Robinson/ Danger Danger/ Sights, guiding light through the night with the laser/ That touch ya/ Now watch Scottie bea ya whole face up/ And you just had to keep it so gangsta/ But lookie where that gotcha with ya body so laced up/ I'll do a favor/ I'll throw some choppers on ya stretcher, now you laid up/ Dripped out, draped up