(Bridge)
Right of the rip, nobody can fuck with me
I`m out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on (so on)
Mami I`m fly is an understatement, come to greatness
(Chorus)
I`m on my own planet
I`ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back, for doing good
I don`t need nobody else
I`m gonna do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it`s all good
(Verse 1: Royce)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me
If you don`t like me, bite me
I could give a fuck, less fightin excites me
Leanin on the moon with a patron fifth
Playing my own shit, and I sound terrific
I`m not cocky, I`m beyond that.
It`s time to start another hobby, I`m beyond rap.
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I`m hot, I sunbathe on a sun bay (?)
I`m the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway
My nigga Notty is a genius
You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game, “Fuck Yall!”
(Chorus)
(Verse 2: Royce)
Right off the rip, you thought it was a rap for me
Didn`t you? Go ahead and admit it hater
Cold as ice I`m a living refrigerator
The reason hip hop`s breathing the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk driving
It`ll never happen again cause now I`m drunk flying
I`m an innovator
When I say I`m on Venus I don`t mean it I`m thinking the tennis player
I`m on Saturn where you don`t matter
Alone, I`m past the zone where your phone scatters
Hello? Can you hear me now you?
You don`t got a fuckin choice
Elbowed my way into everybody`s conversations
With rhyming, timing, and patience
Now I`m in space bitch
I use to have to be on some watch what I say shit
But now you gotta TAKE IT!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Joe Budden)
They say a closed mouth don`t get fed
I say a closed mouth don`t give head
On the flip side, know a close fifth don`t get bread
And if you swing it then you gon` get lead
Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic
Overlook my antics, you`ll see that I`m a throwback, hip hop Stand Smith
But it lessen my love
The so-called rulers aint quite measuring up
Now lemme give the chicks a message
Bit of X`s (?) should tell you that the dick is precious
3 words: Get over it
And if you speak mine, mention I could trip over it
Low key, like my name to big for the bill
Betty White style, get it in, STILL
Plus I`m on the high you can`t fit in the pill
But I try anyway, we gon` die anyway! Ya heard
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