Spaceman - Punk Funk lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, bring me up in the headphones Bring my, bring my voice up In the headphones Let's get it ICK, n***a f**k playn nicely The rhymes incite me Got the entire MC's Who bite me! And I see all of it The swag pihrannas Tryna capitalize All the black Adonis I promise I got this It's nothing, it's locked Used to pump the block With the work in my (???) And not grills cause I ate that ill My soul weed doesn't make Me any less real I still k**, I bottled 'em James k**ed to pay the bills You man, cause you not in the mill I pretend to be crazy, But I might be, actually There's no other explanation For this level of apathy It's sad to see a black (???) A casualty of the white man's falacy But it had to be And I'm a masterpiece So pa** the weed and relax While I spit my piece Zeesh, I'm flowing so crazy My own vocabulary never cease to amaze me I even see as the BLT I be the deli, so hello, the bacon is beef I can't sleep sometimes, I'm so obsessed with rhymes I'm like Steve Jobs with my innovative designs I'm all about progression, I f**k your b**ch without using protection And spring to plan B In the a.m. And make amends You rappers say Amen And that's ok, friend, I don't judge It's funny that you dummies Is pretending you thugs Well, I get it, this season Originality is too much for you You feeling comfortable Pretending what you really known to do It's notable, they know the dudes That go through it too The new recruits scoop is scoop-the-loo So it's nothing to do except bare witness So watch the inner city kids do their business And all the other rap crews Their feelings You're up against the squad It's a rare winners Space on the mike Yuri on the beat Come on all the mixers All the trackers with me! I'm just tryna eat So you can keep your props Ford Knox New York, n***a f**k the odds