album cover
Space
18
Underground Rap
Space은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2001년 1월 1일일에 QN5, Inc.에서 발매되었습니다.Hyphen
album cover
앨범Hyphen
발매일2001년 1월 1일
라벨QN5, Inc.
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM91

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Tonedeff
Tonedeff
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr
작사가 겸 작곡가
Willis Garnett Polk
Willis Garnett Polk
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Deacon the Villain
Deacon the Villain
프로듀서

가사

There is space all around us
Space that occupies the length of the sky from the ground up,
It abounds and astounds us
Space that we just can't wait to eliminate when we've found lust
And the very thing we pray for when our mates are starting to hound us
The sound of space silent, and breaking the speed of sound is violent
But it's necessary to crack the atmosphere to find it
There's Space between cars when you've sped in the streets that should never be breached or you're dead and deceased
There's even space between Letterman's teeth
You'd better increase the space between us
Cause personal space invaders get their gender planets switched from Mars to Venus
Banished into uncharted regions, sandwiched between millenniums
Challengers get brandished as wasted space like their perineum's
Space is at a premium, so guard your place
It's hard to take a harsher fate, than cats jacking your parking space
Your car's displaced, and I fit in where I can, and if you're a guy
Your petitioning women to fill up the space between their thighs
And I've realized that space is what makes safer sex
Relying on rubbers that won't break or stretch, to place your bets
I raise the question and most heads will take a guess
Why? Cause most cats ain't smart enough to be Astronauts, but make amazing Space Cadets
I'm acing tests, cause I'm known perform with grace
Scorching em over breaks my mind serves as my lyrical storage space
I've scorched the bass drum, and I've spared snares when the board's recording
My big bang theory states that space got more suns than George Forman
I'm tormenting rappers that are 2 faced cheaters
Claiming their block is hot, but only with the power set to max on their space heaters
The waste they feed us is alarming
Their CDs are overpriced like living space in lower Manhattan apartments
There's space in a coffin, for your remains to be rotten
Space that is made of stars, and space that's contained in a carton
Space in this game for those willing to suffer pain
Space for a new thought to stuff in your brain
(red)*But there's no space in my FUCKING name
Written by: Pedro Antonio Rojas Jr, Willis Garnett Polk
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...