Came into the game at ten point frame
What's the dude's name? Spaceman! He came
To annihilate all competition with every facet of his imagination
People crowd around him like a train station
To witness the breathtaking mic asphyxiation
His mind remains on a higher plain of creation
Where not a single man is brave enough to face him
The style and the skill is a deadly combination
The spirit came from L these Black Thoughts are racing
He draws a sword but the pen claims his victims
Quick with the sick style Don't blink you'll miss him
Inflicter of pain attacks the competitions
Competition is weak rip them up split decision
Unanimous against me they're powerless
I flip the script turn confidence to cowardice
Causing sleepless nights when the days are hourless
Turning on shadow clones like I'm doming duplicates
Circle round the smartest dude who can rhyme the stupidest
Me? There's nobody better who can do this shit
So pass me the mic and boy tell me who to rip
My mans spot em tell me get em so i got em
Yo im locked on em send a bitch to rock bottom
Put them underground like Biggie and Pac coffins
You're in a battle I'm still running the press conference
Bitch I been dope doper than weed smoke
Puff puff pass smoke your ass like indo
Blade and a microphone how I roll akimbo
Kicking in doors crawling in through windows
The nightmare giving ladies a light scare
Killer instinct and the weapons are right here
I fight fair smith n Wesson or knives yeah
In the crypt I left em wrapped up night night heh
Who am I? Big poppa who that f*ck shot ya
Notorious show stopper panty dropper
Call her later? Nah eat her out call her benihana
Shorty dripped with plenty aqua and we getting hotter
Break a twenny drop the pennies on her
This is shadow boxing bitch I hit then henny harder
Keep a steady chakra when I mix it with a lotta vodka
And I'm prone to burner phones so call me fire starter
Don't strike at my throat cos you might choke
From a light toke when my mic smoke cos i rhyme dope
Is your mind slow cos you look a little fried bro
Think you're hypnotised I can see behind your eyes Ho
I can't lie though you can't run and you can't hide
Only way you're escaping me is suicide
It's so stupid I can't even comprehend it
You can have the crown but you're still only pretending
Bitch
Spaceman - ENTER: The Ghost of the Shogun Lyrics
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English
Came into the game at ten point frame
What's the dude's name? Spaceman! He came
To annihilate all competition with every facet of his imagination
People crowd around him like a train station
To witness the breathtaking mic asphyxiation
His mind remains on a higher plain of creation
Where not a single man is brave enough to face him
The style and the skill is a deadly combination
The spirit came from L these Black Thoughts are racing
He draws a sword but the pen claims his victims
Quick with the sick style Don't blink you'll miss him
Inflicter of pain attacks the competitions
Competition is weak rip them up split decision
Unanimous against me they're powerless
I flip the script turn confidence to cowardice
Causing sleepless nights when the days are hourless
Turning on shadow clones like I'm doming duplicates
Circle round the smartest dude who can rhyme the stupidest
Me? There's nobody better who can do this shit
So pass me the mic and boy tell me who to rip
My mans spot em tell me get em so i got em
Yo im locked on em send a bitch to rock bottom
Put them underground like Biggie and Pac coffins
You're in a battle I'm still running the press conference
Bitch I been dope doper than weed smoke
Puff puff pass smoke your ass like indo
Blade and a microphone how I roll akimbo
Kicking in doors crawling in through windows
The nightmare giving ladies a light scare
Killer instinct and the weapons are right here
I fight fair smith n Wesson or knives yeah
In the crypt I left em wrapped up night night heh
Who am I? Big poppa who that f*ck shot ya
Notorious show stopper panty dropper
Call her later? Nah eat her out call her benihana
Shorty dripped with plenty aqua and we getting hotter
Break a twenny drop the pennies on her
This is shadow boxing bitch I hit then henny harder
Keep a steady chakra when I mix it with a lotta vodka
And I'm prone to burner phones so call me fire starter
Don't strike at my throat cos you might choke
From a light toke when my mic smoke cos i rhyme dope
Is your mind slow cos you look a little fried bro
Think you're hypnotised I can see behind your eyes Ho
I can't lie though you can't run and you can't hide
Only way you're escaping me is suicide
It's so stupid I can't even comprehend it
You can have the crown but you're still only pretending
Bitch
What's the dude's name? Spaceman! He came
To annihilate all competition with every facet of his imagination
People crowd around him like a train station
To witness the breathtaking mic asphyxiation
His mind remains on a higher plain of creation
Where not a single man is brave enough to face him
The style and the skill is a deadly combination
The spirit came from L these Black Thoughts are racing
He draws a sword but the pen claims his victims
Quick with the sick style Don't blink you'll miss him
Inflicter of pain attacks the competitions
Competition is weak rip them up split decision
Unanimous against me they're powerless
I flip the script turn confidence to cowardice
Causing sleepless nights when the days are hourless
Turning on shadow clones like I'm doming duplicates
Circle round the smartest dude who can rhyme the stupidest
Me? There's nobody better who can do this shit
So pass me the mic and boy tell me who to rip
My mans spot em tell me get em so i got em
Yo im locked on em send a bitch to rock bottom
Put them underground like Biggie and Pac coffins
You're in a battle I'm still running the press conference
Bitch I been dope doper than weed smoke
Puff puff pass smoke your ass like indo
Blade and a microphone how I roll akimbo
Kicking in doors crawling in through windows
The nightmare giving ladies a light scare
Killer instinct and the weapons are right here
I fight fair smith n Wesson or knives yeah
In the crypt I left em wrapped up night night heh
Who am I? Big poppa who that f*ck shot ya
Notorious show stopper panty dropper
Call her later? Nah eat her out call her benihana
Shorty dripped with plenty aqua and we getting hotter
Break a twenny drop the pennies on her
This is shadow boxing bitch I hit then henny harder
Keep a steady chakra when I mix it with a lotta vodka
And I'm prone to burner phones so call me fire starter
Don't strike at my throat cos you might choke
From a light toke when my mic smoke cos i rhyme dope
Is your mind slow cos you look a little fried bro
Think you're hypnotised I can see behind your eyes Ho
I can't lie though you can't run and you can't hide
Only way you're escaping me is suicide
It's so stupid I can't even comprehend it
You can have the crown but you're still only pretending
Bitch
Writer: Marley Medler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid