Verse One:
 Close your eyes
 Visualize
 Space and I verbalize
 You chastize
 But can't stop my enterprise
 Put your rhymes in a line
 Put your raps in a stack
 I'll break you and your singer like Jinga
 I mean um
 I spit like knee
 On you this tight thing
 Space nine enferno
 One verbs be frightening
 And for the sword fights tonight
 My entourage is in camoflauge
 Remove your mask
 Let down your visage
 But don't slip up
 Cause when I was in my ship
 That's when I get ripped up
 The whole world
 Fuck it
 G-S-E committee
 Got your panties shitty
 Click you sick
 Callosso with itty bitty
 Space and Missy
 Sip my style till your pissy
 Virgina bitch galactic
 Chorus:
 I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
 Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
 Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
 Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
 Verse Two:
 Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
 Act like you know me
 Fly, as friends be
 Sizzling, I'm chilling
 Man, you twisting
 You sissy, you dis me
 You wish we was fucking tight
 Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
 Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla
 This bottle of remmy, got plenty
 Of weed
 So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
 See's, no one, fly like these
 Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
 Please, little one, please
 You know my rhymes get tight
 When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)
 Chorus
 Verse Three:
 We high tech like Timbo's
 Slap faces of dirty hoes
 N-Y-M-B-A
 Dirty combo when we play
 Swirl like the milky way
 Deep like my black hole
 I oppose, to expose
 Chemical gases up your nose
 Fade away like ozone
 Quazars, moves and shit
 Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
 I think I need a hit
 Shitty bees up in da place
 Wanna be down with whoever
 Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
 I pull your wig back
 Let of steam like nasty pools
 That heat be to hot
 Melt down, now up in pot
 Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
 Now over tize, Venus we circlize
 And mars we tantalize
 Comatize like Hale-Bopp
 Smoking trees non stop
 Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
 Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
 To the moon
 We shine like stars
 Lock down like metal bars
 Chorus
 My style is a one-in-a-million
 I flow on and on and on
 My rhymes give you a really good feeling
 All day long
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