Neil Armstrong

Lyrics

[Produced by Cyzer Soset] [Intro] Ayo, these motherfucker's taking the fun out of rap I'ma do what I wanna do, fuck it It don't even count no more (Commercialism) To do yourself no more But fuck it (Ya know what I'm sayin') I'ma do me, ya know I'm sayin' I don't need the billboards, nah not at all But if I do me, people gon' find me where I be at The other one (Derty Harry, Big Proof) [Verse 1] Spit flames, nickname, Derty Harry Big fame, twists brains, very scary Hood nigga, good spitter, better than y'all Run up, get done up for your cheddar and all Rob dealar, pop killas, coco flo-ur No bro, throw a right hook like Balboa Butt me, touch me, die on a mat Turn you Mike Utley, lying on your back Black jewels, tattoos, that attack you Stand raw, rob your Grandma at a raffle Shit limelight, hindsight, I want more Crime write when I rhyme right, it's all raw Fuck naw, hate pop, gimme my plaque Bust jaws, wait stop, it's plenty whack Niggas with cells, so they sell in they cells Melons will swell, oh well, I'll see you in Hell Space Odyssey! [Hook x2] I don't know what you've been told Cross-over rap is getting old My beliefs will never fold I will not sell my soul [Over-Hook x2] It's a part of me that got to be, that guided me It's gotta be, don't even bother me sorrowly Yo I'ma trade the poverty and air it out with E, rap's a lottery This is robbery, the Space Odyssey, designed to be Space Odyssey [Verse 2] Hip-Hop out, drop out, no school In fascinations and lacerations, assassinations, through protools So cool, D12, we shall bank on y'all No gold for rappin' man, platinum hang on walls Ain't no bitch in me, you empty one clip, I empty three Pop more than MTV, lay a beat down, without an MPC You see them killers in ya face, they were sent by me No sympathy, tell ya kids in they face, it was meant to be Big Proof, spit truth, never a lie No individual get loose better than I Forever we high, sly but we never slurrin' my words Occur in the nerves, I'm high? Fine Bionic Super-Trooper with stamina My antennas sense pussy in my parameter A janitor I clean house and in the meanwhile, this is Guillotine Style Ain't nuttin' but dope in here like a fiend's mouth Space Odyssey! [Hook x2] I don't know what you've been told Cross-over rap is getting old My beliefs will never fold I will not sell my soul [Over-Hook x2] It's a part of me that got to be, that guided me It's gotta be, don't even bother me sorrowly Yo I'ma trade the poverty and air it out with E, rap's a lottery This is robbery, the Space Odyssey, designed to be Space Odyssey [Verse 3] Pimpness bench-press, stage an' all Glock fetish, hot-headed, throw a rageing brawl Like Asian broads, y'all sucky sucky My skills nocturnally super ugly Y'all are fictional, I spit the real I'm quite difficult off White Zinfandel Thug creature, teacher fill you with rap Xerox my palm nigga and just mail you a slap Smack! You won't listen, no joke Please say that ain't rope 'fore your heart get broke Shroom music, humour's Cyzer's and Proof's Two minutes and you finished soon as the guy's in the booth Lies to the youth is just lies to the use Fuck the truth, pass the boo, I'm tryna get high wit' you I'll tell anyone before you got the gun then draw Y'all kill me 'cause rap ain't fun no more Space Odyssey! [Hook x4] I don't know what you've been told Cross-over rap is getting old My beliefs will never fold I will not sell my soul [Over-Hook x4] It's a part of me that got to be, that guided me It's gotta be, don't even bother me sorrowly Yo I'ma trade the poverty and air it out with E, rap's a lottery This is robbery, the Space Odyssey, designed to be Space Odyssey