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spacelab recordings – think twice (smutella) lyrics

(hook – mike n.o.t.e.s of gotham heights)

we the war & the terror
more crack than the crack era
you’re falling like a vacc-m feather
however, your bars still holding no weight
like the hologram ‘pac at coach-lla
set a trend like metta, & the saints camp
you’d better think twice, you’re f—ing with sp-ce camp
you’d better think twice, you’re f—ing with sp-ce camp
you’d better think twice, you’re f—ing with sp-ce camp

(verse 1 – mo kofuma of gotham heights)

i roll a big l….for big pictures
then i make moves, feeling like bobby fischer
light speed with the sp-celab legends
my smoke makes a cloud in final fantasy 7
these n—-s average with that old flow
i’m “macho man” randy savage on a promo
wow…
so giving you fair warning, we everywhere
like teen abortions & air jordans

(verse 2 – mike n.o.t.e.s of gotham heights)

making tracks bounce like the betty’s inn
hashtag #1, nascar pirelli’s spin
i been in the winner’s circle, no flip-floppin’
s—, whatchu doing? knickerbocking
i’m about to go cray – seafood
f— peace, let that metta world beef stew
chern0byl, i do nothing but radiate
now the heat global, i’m cult status like ’88

(repeat hook)

(verse 3 – jake palumbo)

battlestar galactic, face man from the a-team
i’m templeton peck peddling pebbles
doing studio sessions with unneccesary spectacles
my t-st-cl-s l!cked in the bas-m-nt of rebel
i win chips & medals, what we add to the flyers?
the average a&r’s a pathological liar
the average rap career’s about 31 seconds
by that rationale, we some g—— legends

(verse 4 – ciphurphace)

sm-tella, you dumb fella, sling heat like a gun seller
sick sound, i’m chris brown
you don’t wanna see drama like rhianna
with a rap tune, i’m black moon, got you open like an umbrella
so dope i don’t spit raps, i speak ganja
i got soul (seoul) like the city you were born in
look at me mama!
grimy like sunz of man tracks
catch a hundrend hand slaps, i’m e. honda
wack cat? never. raps are funky as ever
duck emcees get seized, & start plucking their feathers
their remains get condensed, & sold at local chinese food establishments
make your crew vanish quick
this is hip-hop under new management
the whole planet will get booked with sp-celab as the headliners
then 3/4ths of this land will be filled up with dead rhymers

(repeat hook)

(verse 5 – ed ward of gotham heights)

sippin’ syrup, smoking loud, i’m a sp-ce cadet
cutting necks in the sink, still get my apr-n wet
ice chins till they chill, got the fur on me
make you choke on your t–th if you got words for me
all black in them tints, it’s like a he-rs-, baby
and homie, give me a second, i’ll twist your 1st lady
we the bulls in ’96, the champ’s view
sue us & we still fly, “sp-ce camp ii”

(verse 6 – c-zar van gogh)

gotta let ’em drown, gotta let ’em suffer
try to hold a n—- down, he gon’ drag your -ss under
probably over dinero, you know that’s over the skeeos
over paquito paper, papito – that’s not pacino
you think life’s straight? like an arrow or something?
till you look down the barrel of something
put a couple bands on your head like jason terry or something
arch bishop, hollow tips, h-ll yeah they gon’ touch ’em

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