Space p o p e
Rocking shit daily
Kicking out the bars like I got too wavey
Kinda lazy, when I'm working for the man
Like a bird that's on page 3
Wearing something lacy
Looking a little crazy
Cause' the herb got me hazy
One of these days ill be pushing up the daisies
Til then, I'm throwing up a fat tag
F*cking with the vocab
To make the rhyme sound swag (Sweg)
It's too easy, but the flow makes you queasy
I'll rob you for you north face and muddy up the Yeezyz
Getting cheeky with your girl, she looking peachy
She's my part time lover just like my names Stevie
I'll strangle rappers with the string bikini
I'm straight sleazy, eyes looking beady
Sparking up a joint in a fake supreme beanie
You ain't steezy man yer creepy
You talk about gats more than I talk about graffiti
So listen briefly to the space Houdini
I'll make a planet disappear while I'm poppin' off a wheely
Yeah, really, no regard for the interstellar treaties
Use the planet dust to spice up the fettuccine
Why you acting like you never seen me?
Subliminal messenger, telling you to cop the CD
I was always there inside your head while you were watching TV
Dropped a couple tabs in there to make your mind leaky
Some say your brain dead others say you live freely
Loosh robbing lizardman elusive and putrid
Shooting space-druids with bazookas for the rare fluids
Still a shoo-in for the shrewdest opportunist
When I melt the competition with my acidic mucus
Real stupid, barring with a looseness
That's under-computed, and only satisfies the gutter minds that are steeped in sewage
Most of the time don't even know what I'm doing
Mr. Pope causes fissures
The lizard with the slick shit to make your spine shiver
Rum swiller all killer no filler
When I get illa
It's a straight thriller every time that i deliver
I'm harvesting green card
From empty packs of Rizzla
When I'm having one of those days like my name's Sizzla
Splinter my mind into tongue twisters
Way sicker than sucking puss from blisters
Question marks like Riddler
Catch me on a ladder, jooking up the fiddler
For the pennies in the pot
So I can cop a little cheeky little bifta
Chuck it on the Insta
Hashtag body positive to chat with your sister
Crawling out the sewers under Westminster
To buy the liquor
That makes the flow sicker
Mic gripper, bong ripper
Line sniffer, catch me in the park sipping bottles of paint thinner
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Space p o p e
Rocking shit daily
Kicking out the bars like I got too wavey
Kinda lazy, when I'm working for the man
Like a bird that's on page 3
Wearing something lacy
Looking a little crazy
Cause' the herb got me hazy
One of these days ill be pushing up the daisies
Til then, I'm throwing up a fat tag
F*cking with the vocab
To make the rhyme sound swag (Sweg)
It's too easy, but the flow makes you queasy
I'll rob you for you north face and muddy up the Yeezyz
Getting cheeky with your girl, she looking peachy
She's my part time lover just like my names Stevie
I'll strangle rappers with the string bikini
I'm straight sleazy, eyes looking beady
Sparking up a joint in a fake supreme beanie
You ain't steezy man yer creepy
You talk about gats more than I talk about graffiti
So listen briefly to the space Houdini
I'll make a planet disappear while I'm poppin' off a wheely
Yeah, really, no regard for the interstellar treaties
Use the planet dust to spice up the fettuccine
Why you acting like you never seen me?
Subliminal messenger, telling you to cop the CD
I was always there inside your head while you were watching TV
Dropped a couple tabs in there to make your mind leaky
Some say your brain dead others say you live freely
Loosh robbing lizardman elusive and putrid
Shooting space-druids with bazookas for the rare fluids
Still a shoo-in for the shrewdest opportunist
When I melt the competition with my acidic mucus
Real stupid, barring with a looseness
That's under-computed, and only satisfies the gutter minds that are steeped in sewage
Most of the time don't even know what I'm doing
Mr. Pope causes fissures
The lizard with the slick shit to make your spine shiver
Rum swiller all killer no filler
When I get illa
It's a straight thriller every time that i deliver
I'm harvesting green card
From empty packs of Rizzla
When I'm having one of those days like my name's Sizzla
Splinter my mind into tongue twisters
Way sicker than sucking puss from blisters
Question marks like Riddler
Catch me on a ladder, jooking up the fiddler
For the pennies in the pot
So I can cop a little cheeky little bifta
Chuck it on the Insta
Hashtag body positive to chat with your sister
Crawling out the sewers under Westminster
To buy the liquor
That makes the flow sicker
Mic gripper, bong ripper
Line sniffer, catch me in the park sipping bottles of paint thinner
Rocking shit daily
Kicking out the bars like I got too wavey
Kinda lazy, when I'm working for the man
Like a bird that's on page 3
Wearing something lacy
Looking a little crazy
Cause' the herb got me hazy
One of these days ill be pushing up the daisies
Til then, I'm throwing up a fat tag
F*cking with the vocab
To make the rhyme sound swag (Sweg)
It's too easy, but the flow makes you queasy
I'll rob you for you north face and muddy up the Yeezyz
Getting cheeky with your girl, she looking peachy
She's my part time lover just like my names Stevie
I'll strangle rappers with the string bikini
I'm straight sleazy, eyes looking beady
Sparking up a joint in a fake supreme beanie
You ain't steezy man yer creepy
You talk about gats more than I talk about graffiti
So listen briefly to the space Houdini
I'll make a planet disappear while I'm poppin' off a wheely
Yeah, really, no regard for the interstellar treaties
Use the planet dust to spice up the fettuccine
Why you acting like you never seen me?
Subliminal messenger, telling you to cop the CD
I was always there inside your head while you were watching TV
Dropped a couple tabs in there to make your mind leaky
Some say your brain dead others say you live freely
Loosh robbing lizardman elusive and putrid
Shooting space-druids with bazookas for the rare fluids
Still a shoo-in for the shrewdest opportunist
When I melt the competition with my acidic mucus
Real stupid, barring with a looseness
That's under-computed, and only satisfies the gutter minds that are steeped in sewage
Most of the time don't even know what I'm doing
Mr. Pope causes fissures
The lizard with the slick shit to make your spine shiver
Rum swiller all killer no filler
When I get illa
It's a straight thriller every time that i deliver
I'm harvesting green card
From empty packs of Rizzla
When I'm having one of those days like my name's Sizzla
Splinter my mind into tongue twisters
Way sicker than sucking puss from blisters
Question marks like Riddler
Catch me on a ladder, jooking up the fiddler
For the pennies in the pot
So I can cop a little cheeky little bifta
Chuck it on the Insta
Hashtag body positive to chat with your sister
Crawling out the sewers under Westminster
To buy the liquor
That makes the flow sicker
Mic gripper, bong ripper
Line sniffer, catch me in the park sipping bottles of paint thinner
Writer: Dean Case
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid