Gotta know your role, better state your case

When it all falls down better know your place

Just gimme three feet and an ounce of

Space, space, space

Space, you should wanna embrace

Space, space, space

"Discovery. Go at throttle up"

Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage

Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package

Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest

Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies, I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice

'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty

Call me "Your Majesty," sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus

Push out my chest and I big up my status

Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?

I am not shaken, no need for maracas

Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers

Why are we frontin' like it even matters?

Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?

Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras

Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers

Give me the gas and the matches, I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes, running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered

All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate, they're all over the shop and they're scattered

Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled

Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered

Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas

Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas, Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me

I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive

I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid

Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic

It'll be tragic

Ain't no point in playin' it safe

Gotta know your role, better state your case

When it all falls down better know your place

Just gimme three feet and an ounce of

Space, space, space

Space, you should wanna embrace

Space, space, space

Yeah, uh

Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging

I'll be damned, man to man

Hit him with an open hand, release the anger

WorldStar, you could get dealt with on camera

Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer

Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer

It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer

Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause

Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws

Coke, I'm bored, taking scores, and be sure

Never let a bredda get one over yours

Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift, made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws

Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross

Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?

Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off

Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"

They're wafer soft, I'm taking off

"Three, two, one, zero, and lift off"

"Lift off of Mission 41D. The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower"

Ain't no point in playin' it safe

Gotta know your role, better state your case

When it all falls down better know your place

Just gimme three feet and an ounce of

Space, space

Space, you should wanna embrace

Space, space, space

Alright, lift off and the clock has started

Yes sir, reading you loud and clear

Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, Damps was turning around

We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard