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space - longshot lyrics

i’m ready whenever you are

[1: modill]
i need a little bit of sp-ce man (where i stay always lifted)
the special ed down the hall just past the gifted
honor roll cl-ss, feelin proud to roll past like
up out of this b-tch, they call an inch, take a mile
why y’all accept the sh-t, 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
h-ll yeah we session
modill, e.v., longshot, believe me
be on alpha centauri, and that’s fo’ sheezy

[chorus x2: modill]
gimme a blunt and a fat sack of sp-ce
gimme a stunt and a fat back with face
gimme a brew, a vitamin c pill
f-ck it spark the cypher, fat beats and then we chill (i need sp-ce)

[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
f-ck a fake kentucky jacob gimme sp-ce 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 b-tches gon’ front
know they only respect your lyrics n-gg- when you stunt (what?)
ain’t n-body off the face like me
i’m from outer sp-ce, 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

[2: modill]
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
sh-t, we tryin to spread our wings while y’all flap the same cr-p
we advance, long style and the green is good

- longshot lyrics

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