SpaceLAB Recordings - Trouble By The Garden lyrics

[Hook] Soon, I will be done With the troubles of this world With the trouble of this world With the trouble of this here world [Hook 2 - CIPHURPHACE] SpaceLAB, Pawz One, this is real talk son Lord have mercy, yo we're praised like we're God's Son We put in work, & don't finish till the job's done The world gives us trouble, load up shells up in the shotgun [VERSE 1 - JAKE PALUMBO] I got Brooklyn manners, & Tennessee tendencies Inner-city hillbilly printed on the effigy Blind your science, my rhymes' defiant Future so bright that it fries out my Iris Survive the hype of the Hurricane Irene Marley for breakfast got me feeling Irie So high that my eyes needed Visine Eye of The Ciphur, drink through an IV Ain't he like 30? But he's still so good Ain't he mad nerdy? But he's still so hood Hip-hop maestro, needle on the wax Irwin R. Schyster - I seize your stacks Paid no tax since 2-double-0-2 12 Gauge, cutting vocals in a 002 Eddie, pa** me the fifth, let's commute down to Cali Until they get the album, leave 'em fiending in the alley [REPEAT Hook] VERSE 2: A-1 (ED WARD & C-ZAR VAN GOGH)] This that snap-back, skully music 4G Goon Squad, Gang Gully Movement Got a lotta work, got a lotta women She re-ing up daily? They Viggy-the-Van-Gone with it Them bad b**hes, I paw-print 'em Dark Skinned Clark Kent, Barbie's I'm all in 'em They all tripping, Bruce Wayne I fall in 'em I should stop smoking, cause now I'm all winded It's the night out in Gotham, Wifey leaving you But I be in the Left Coast, Cali-dreaming too Like, Hello - undefeated, now I'm bankrupt Yeah I got the sh** for cheap, pull the tanks up Selling these b**hes for $59.95 10 in the 2, doing 60 down 95 Entenmann's in the whip, they trying to find the pies Euthanasia for The Stupid - I feel so alive [REPEAT Hook] [VERSE 3 - PAWZ ONE] They told me to break a leg So I stomped until I broke a bone You should join Bobby so he doesn't have to smoke alone Stacking up my provolone, kings getting overthrown Duct tape their faces, f** waiting till there's no one home You can ask The Cannon about the sh** that I've been planning Pull a Colt, & run with The Giants, so pick a Manning Twin Barrels, Bare Arms the apparal I'm preparing you To pick 6 homies that you really want to carry you [VERSE 4 - CIPHURPHACE] Pineapple, pinnacle, your spine rattles critical Condition, this is the rendition of time capsule miracles The mind battles spiritual beings Rhyme ammo, lyrical teachings Rhyme animal, rhyme cannibal Hungry from miniscule feedings I haven't gone to sleep I just Quantum Leaped Beyond the street Landed on my feet, on the beat to make the song complete Lyrically you can't compare to me Slim bars are scarily grim Spit scripts, leave you with knicks on point like Jeremy Lin [REPEAT Hook] [REPEAT Hook 2] [SCRATCH OUTRO]