Spacewalking (Remix) (Dirty)

LETRA

Spacewalking (Remix) (Dirty)

Yo, this how we space walk. Yo, Digs Darklight, Briziferous, Breez Evahflowin'. Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, you talk the fake talk. I walk the space walk, face off
Strange thoughts may force to make you rap your day off
Smite when I'm in hindsight. The spectacle of light
Becomes blinding to the average. I'm way beyond alright
Yeah, we rocking mics, dog, way beyond all night
We're Savian Glover with this rhyming, motherfuc***
I caught ?em in the streets and every other words were stutters
?Hold, hold, fam. Chill, chill, wait. Listen
See, I was just smoking with ?em. They the ones who dissing?
Say that. Instead, you see me on the track as payback
How you want it? Raw or cooked? Hyper-like or laid back?
Relay the message back that I can't relate to wack
Briz amaze the masses, probably blow a razor past
His face, making him waking up all shaken up
He's crying to the Lord above that all he got was razor cuts
Because the way he came across life was scaring us

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x2)
Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out?

From New York to Illatropolis, I'll do my thing
?Walking on the Moon? like Sting
I'm tight like tigers in tight strings
The wind from my lungs through the pipe things
Inviting the special way I do my pen writing
Manipulate my energy ?til I can bend lightning
Stronghold ten titans with five digits
Drop fly shizit whenever I visit
The type to throw lawn darts, rip through your auras
Getting deeps with Digs and my brother B-R
I-Z. Vital like drops of IV
Tracks produced and juiced like Hi-C
Fly fingertip samples tickling ivory
Sipping the irie and inhaling puff
Akrobatik said their style's not ?Ruff Enuff?
I agreed, adding on, ?They're soft like creampuffs?
Every rhyme I write made out of the dream stuff
Y'all hollow like vials of crack used to beam up
Seen ?nough shit. F*** a ni*** up on some love shit
And maintain balance. Everything must fit
Attention. Speak this in public: I love this
Reporter asked what my sneakers get rubbed with
In clubs with L's, I'm sipping old Scotches
And more chicks on my arm since juvenile got watches

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x2)
Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out?

This is for every forum that fornicate on a loser's face
And time of day. Brave placed in a hard-paid crime
Making this all happen for the sake of vein-tapping
My super brain rapping when the thoughts had me distant
Rap one as an infant. Now you're slacking as a misfit
Reacting with codes mumbled, jumbled, and cryptic
Bitch, quick, drive my drunk ass home. I'm like shit
I left the mic split, broke on coke and unfit
You run-on-sentence emcees, Mickey Mouse apprentice
?Cause these silly fucks that want to put on some space shit
They're nameless, living inside this fake matrix
The same shit I smoked last week with Iron Sheik
And the hacksaw broke my teeth and now they call me Crackjaw
Sprinkle me with particles when I write the articles
Like Hunter S. Thompson at a Democratic carnival
Marshall the Sherm Sticks and arsenals of word tricks
Burn victims that are hooked up to a learned fix
You have now entered my sanitized zone of solitude
Surrounded by galvanized stone and windowless rooms
My smoke supplies foods, those fit for the brain stem
Flashback imagery, thoughts of that same friend
Who made me f*** those drawings and now I can't name them
Insane b-lends when the game ends on impressionism
Retarded children of legitimate lesser wisdom
Inconsiderate motherfuck*** who think that they spit
It's all backwash. Unbattleble, not connecting
Uncompatible to my beautiful backdrop of bliss

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x4)
Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out?

[Outro: Breez Evahflowin' and Digs Darklighter] (x8)
Spaced out