Spaceman - Punk Funk lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, bring me up in the headphones

Bring my, bring my voice up

In the headphones

Let's get it

ICK, nigga

Fuck playn nicely

The rhymes incite me

Got the entire MC's

Who bite me!

And I see all of it

The swag pihrannas

Tryna capitalize

All the black Adonis

I promise I got this

It's nothing, it's locked

Used to pump the block

With the work in my (???)

And not grills cause

I ate that ill

My soul weed doesn't make

Me any less real

I still kill,

I bottled 'em James

Killed to pay the bills

You man, cause you not in the mill

I pretend to be crazy,

But I might be, actually

There's no other explanation

For this level of apathy

It's sad to see a black (???)

A casualty of the white man's falacy

But it had to be

And I'm a masterpiece

So pass the weed and relax

While I spit my piece

Zeesh, I'm flowing so crazy

My own vocabulary never cease to amaze me

I even see as the BLT

I be the deli, so hello, the bacon is beef

I can't sleep sometimes,

I'm so obsessed with rhymes

I'm like Steve Jobs with my innovative designs

I'm all about progression,

I fuck your bitch without using protection

And spring to plan B

In the a.m.

And make amends

You rappers say Amen

And that's ok, friend,

I don't judge

It's funny that you dummies

Is pretending you thugs

Well, I get it, this season

Originality is too much for you

You feeling comfortable

Pretending what you really known to do

It's notable, they know the dudes

That go through it too

The new recruits scoop is scoop-the-loo

So it's nothing to do except bare witness

So watch the inner city kids do their business

And all the other rap crews

Their feelings

You're up against the squad

It's a rare winners

Space on the mike

Yuri on the beat

Come on all the mixers

All the trackers with me!

I'm just tryna eat

So you can keep your props

Ford Knox New York, nigga

Fuck the odds