(Verse 1 - C-Zar Van Gogh)
I'm in the LAB - no coat on
I'm getting high off the dro - no Codone
I'm a Big Tymer - get your roll on
I'm so on
Juvenile four double-ozone
N***a what you want on your Cold Stone?
Hood slang, they can't decode us
Feds want me in the cell like a protozoa
But my nucleus is super thick
Emcee with a hammer, and I'm too legit
Can't touch me either, Super C-Zar
(Verse 2 - Jake Palumbo)
Integrity's what the label is based on
Basically, you'll never keep pace with The Spaced God
So I won't stop the flow
Till I die on the throne, like the King of Rock N' Roll
Politically correct, multi-cultural crew
That pack automatic, multi-functional tools
You won't survive in a world that is brutally cruel
You say hold it down for SpaceLAB?
I usually do....
(Verse 3 - Ed Ward)
I'm raising winners up, word to Martin Sheen
Jesus Shuttlesworth, when I'm on the green
Tarantino tracks, if we talking scenes
We X-men, b**h - do it by any means
Special O.P.S. masked up, we be all creeping
Running through that city, while you all sleeping
SpaceLAB Round table yeah we all eating
Blunts, papers and Svedka - a board meeting
(Verse 4 - Ciphurphace)
Immaculate rhythms and thunderous drum patterns
We mastered this spittin' and we do it til the sun shatters
This art form is sacred like temples where Buddha monks gather
Better buckle up or get crumpled up like gum wrappers
Dumb rappers get no respect - we crush rappers wit no regrets
We about to fire shots like gun clappers that's holdin ' Tecs
My crew worthy-earn stripes-we too dirty burn mics
You're Route 3 - my flow's 95 like the New Jersey Turnpike
(Verse 5 - Mike N.O.T.E.S)
My style's unknown, like 2013 A.D
Always catch me with a fly b**h, Zang Zee E
The good die young, but the best die free
I'm alive for the now, getting SpaceLAB cream
Nah mean?
You need your team to encourage you
My bar's gat magic, Big Pun turkolou
You can be a trendsetter, visionary
And you'll still come up short like leap years, February
(CHORUS - All)
We going head-to-head, yo choose your style
In hand-to-hand combat, you lose your crown
Soon as the music hits, who's moving the crowd?
Our style's too confusing, we losing 'em now
(Verse 6 - Ollie OX)
I'm running these streets like a crook with a purse
With a hook & a verse, I put the woofer to work
Ollie OX the monster, known to sport a human mask
Rolling through the Cosmos, cruising through the moon & back
With my bus pa**, and a ruck sack
And one false tooth cause my sawed-off bucked back
Went from ashes to full-fledged flame
And I still keep breaking every rule in the game
(Verse 7 - Mo Kofuma)
...I don't even know where to start at
My Gotham Heights mobb deep, where ya heart at?
Wow....so I'm dropping a poem
Real high, uh rocking a philosopher's stone, so
On the beat I strangle
Mets cap titled at a 45-degree angle
Iso-motion, always in control
Basketball bud, I always pick and roll
(Verse 8 - Jak D)
bu*terfly effect, Jak To The Future
bu*terfly knife, Jake you a bad-a** producer
Plus you got a buncha fly effects on your Mac computer
Jak maneuver through the Trap, click-clack go the Ruger
Rude-a** ba*tard on point like a tack-tip
My tactics are crueler, cla**ic MacGruber
Best Rapper Denied
Put a patch over my eye, and call me Fat Dick The Ruler
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Credits
From Space Camp, released 01 January 2012
PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO