begin" He made the birds of the air, the fish of the sea The beasts of the field, Adam and Eve He worked six days long, gettin' it right Then, just
's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers) I mean rugs I mean just
space Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face For they butterfly-stitch ya face If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place If the record sound 'Just
's the clique Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches I stay sick wit' Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit Harder than the dick get Nigga flew his whole clan just
he eatin' you out? You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts When I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch With some nosey friends Six
mash with my Spanish If ain't about no gouda, partner, you can vanish Don't get put up in your place Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space You want '
I give you all the lowdown. Tables were filled with gaudy frails, Chewing on their fingernails; They were waiting for the man from Harlem. Drinks were served six
more pray I done sat and watched away And how you slay like it was no thang A natural killa, the way you made Separate with the double blade Just a
to blame Or have we gone too far Am I just wishing on a dying star Oh tell me have we gone too far? Look ?round you what do you see Six billion people
in it You're just a blob of fuckin' jell you're brain is floating in space And if your brain was worth a quarter I'd get twenty-six cents back in change
It was six in the morning when I made the county line There's someone I've got to talk to, can't get it off my mind He is just a kid and he's in a pretty
I say to you Why don't you ever finish things that you never start to do? We go round and round again, our love it don't come easy To find a space in
up wit ropes I'm just another rager with a Dairy Face Punk motherfuckers beef and rhyme my race You need to step back kid And give me some space So
ceiling A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from Dogg Pound it {*music starts*} [Kill Blood] Six straight, six
through his brain Stirred and stirred throughout the years Not enough time to explain Eyes of madness eyes of fear Making space from Conley Hatch Lane Just
' with mine keep it movin' Now everybody just throw your hands in the What the fuck, fuck? Peace, who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line Deep Space
I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper I needs some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper Haven't got a car so I use a space hopper
down what i think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times I just