Artist: 7evenThirty f/ Coke Bumaye, Ivisuai Album: Heaven's Computer * Song: Space Gangsta Typed by: @7evenThirty @MelloMusicGroup * http://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/album/heavens-computer [Verse 1 - Coke Bumaye] Reportin' live from the south side of another planet Where money is no advantage Schoolin' every rapper, i welcome 'em to my campus Pussy niggas, they panic They saggin', showin' they panties That's vulgar, believe me, I showed ya' I just want that head, baby you can keep the shoulders Mountain to a boulder, Sergeant to a soldier niggas mean-muggin' until I get the "Folgers" Hot shit to ya' mug, lay you ass down Mean-muggin', don't let that be yo last frown It's the last down, do I look scary? Fourth and inches, niggas still throwin' Hail Marries I carry this shit like a digit When you great, don't have hate, you have critics So civic New Jack City, Nino Browns gettin' found face down the the river My niggas need a lung and a liver The way they smoke the loud and they chase it wit the liquor Keep lookin' til ya get the big picture And I keep snappin' like I see the big picture hang with a gang of stars, the Big Dipper And it's fuck you and whoever come witcha Other shit, like I'm from outer space Sitll gettin' tats, til I run outta space On the highway to Mars, better get out my way Space Gangstas in this bitch, wanna come out and play [Verse 2 - Ivisuai] Grey cap and my grey boots Ja Ru damage a track Make hits, just like babe Ruth Empty closets for my space suit I'm in my spaceship gettin' high, engine run off Grey Goose You can't spoof if you say boo You in the coupe, nigga make room And stay tuned We make moves Through the galaxy, rapidly Watchin' my back 'cause Boba Fett tryna capture me traded in the 4- 5th for the brand new laser gun with the prototype chip Been flowin' like this since I was just a youngster How I can remember, a young nigga was a stunner Son of a gunner, mu'fucka, I'm a bastard No flow father figure, why it's so savage We on the hyper speed chase for the cabbage Steady makin' bread, check my Facebook status And hit 'em up, might still don't give a fuck Yo, I smoke trees daily, plus drink up in my cup Hyperspace travel on a whole 'nother sound brink Yo, hold up, that's 7evenThirty on the com link [Verse 3 - 7evenThirty] Horror Hell-bringer dead wrong Max Redrum Starship Trooper-style murder murk ya, head gone Closed casket killer, kil 'em with lyricism I'm a souther-style sinner with sinister cynicism ManMelter 3600ZX Sub-Atomic Disintegrator Pistol, poppin brains like pimples I enter through the left and exit out the right temple Now get this for the record, 7evenThiry's quite mental I pierce through ya dental wit the pen and pencil Cause I don't need the pencil or the pen to pull a pistol I'm laying antifreeze for these new-school "cool cats", black I should be in the booth in black zoot suit and jetpack I'm so Space Gangsta Switchblade, I nickname the mini lightsaber, walk up and shank ya, thank ya Leave you on the roof and let the sun "stanky stank" ya This the West Jack, where we don't take to strangers the most unpredictable niggas wavin' a weapon and waitin' to rob a Will Robinson Danger Danger Sights, guiding light through the night with the laser That touch ya Now watch Scottie bea ya whole face up And you just had to keep it so gangsta But lookie where that gotcha with ya body so laced up I'll do a favor I'll throw some choppers on ya stretcher, now you laid up Dripped out, draped up