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Space Camp

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(Mike N.O.T.E.S) Checkmate - death move Duct tape - Med School My intentions usually the best cool Candyman, Candyman, Candyman - Dead Pool Mike N.O.T.E.S from the way of the black powder Lights out, then it's red soup, clam chowder Fuck armies - pieces of a man power Left on a beach like a war-time sand shower Killing is, whatever the killer does Eyes be the last thing I get a vision of Well, either that or the cylinder Dex Starks dreams, I'm the passenger visitor (Ed Ward) SpaceLAB live by the code, we like the Mafia Loose lips sink ships, so we gon' have to body ya 25th Hour, I levitate & I win chips I need closure? The goons come for the witness Brains on your briefcase, told you to mind your business Black Ops shit, the shottie's out with the kickstand We in the desert, your body's out by the quicksand Full Metal Jacket, the slacks over the wing-tips Contract killer - I don't need cash Probably notice me with shades over my ski mask We in all black, at your funeral God hates ugly, so killing you is beautiful (C-Zar Van Gogh) Like Buffalo, I'm f*****g cold I'm up to no good till I double dough Like two hand-tossed pizzas, R&B flea-flickers Cause we hand-toss diva's Ceez is Banging through your speakers like a reason And you need to put it in your vein like a needle I'm flyer than a plane, I'm sharper than a pencil Now why I need a plane when I can do it in a rental? Call the coroner up, drew you up a stencil Then a n***a dipping like I'm Orenthal Simpson Hand dripping, and I'm limping like I did it Start the Bronco up, then I light me up a Benson (Jake Palumbo) Special O.P.S., obnoxiously noxious Preposterous posse songs, dog - we got this Popping bottles on a Gaza Strip couch, man I raise Rambo's, call me Colonel Troutman Howitzer shells to the dome of this business Guns of The Navarrone, sickle-cell sickness My dick trickle? Chick, you'll be swimming with fishes I ain't afraid of shit, I got God on speed-dial Meanwhile, back at the ranch With a half-pound of hash And that's just your president's personal stash The national currency is SpaceLAB Cash Which is vinyl LP's and Armenian ass (Ciphurphace) Welcome to the wonderful rap game! James is the first & Ciphurphace is the last name Went from Sun Tran to the PATH Train Still smacking wack rappers that act lame Cause they come a dime a dozen Inclined to frontin' Every line they're bluffing, claiming their nine's are busting I should be signed, or something My rhymes are crushing My mind's accustomed to formulate divine rhyme production Listen here, shit-for-brains I could care less about your Twitter name Administer so much punishment to wack rappers They call me Mr. Pain Your crew's a bunch of squares like picture frames SpaceLAB murdering your whole squad's how you get your fime (Mo Kofuma) No time for that misery stuff Get these n****s out my face 'fore they get Hilary Duffed SpaceLAB - when we done, yeah we gonna have a monument Putting in so much work, n****s thinking we Communists New disease - call it Emcee Strain Voices automatically in tune, call me T-Pain Flow water, I don't even need rain PSP in my back pocket, always bring game Yeah I'm on the rise, call me King James No baby boy, n****s call me Ving Rhames Yeah we vultures Teams spit cannons and we cultured Mighty healthy like a cup of Dannon Ya dig? No Yoplait.
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[HOOK] When you in the club, can you do the robot…for me? So energized, dance moves so synthesized [VERSE 1 - MO KOFUMA] There’s no emotion in her face… There’s no depression on her face… There’s no expression on her face… So I gotta check her face…book. So I had to go online to find out what her status is She’s going to the club expose her apparatuses Now she’s downloaded on the dance grid Her little tight skirt burned into your brain She’s got that firmware all up on her mainframe The other motherboards are nervous She’s the newest version with the newest circuits She don’t like music, only Techno\ She don’t like Hip-Hop, only Electro Now she’s Skynet, living the fly way She needs drugs, life on the super highway She thought the speed and the rush would stop the suffering But her server’s ‘bout to crash and she’s buffering And she said, “All of the buyers recommend me, my low self esteem makes me user friendly” [REPEAT HOOK] When you in the club, can you do the robot…for me? So energized, dance moves so synthesized [VERSE 2 - ED WARD] Walk around the club looking for a little Wi-Fi Chick with no connections I’m looking for real “Wi-Fi” And then I seen her autotuned demeanor Went C-Minor like, damn! when I seen her Girl of my dreams insomnia with the Photoshop She pose with rappers and models in all her mobile shots Star on Skype, celebrity she expose a lot She on Twitter and Tumblr posting ‘round the clock Damsel in distress, look and see Andromeda A load of lingerie sexual erotica Her name Robotica, Oops! I mean Veronica Said she liked my database she wanna give me monitor Hit the bar, yeah them bottles are the scenery Yeah we wasted now, robots in the V.I.P. Was she a good girl searching for her own man? Or she a bad chick beautifully programmed? [REPEAT HOOK] When you in the club, can you do the robot…for me? So energized, dance moves so synthesized [VERSE 3 - MIKE N.O.T.E.S] My basis? Need to know Blueblood money, DaVinci Code Streets paved, whip solid gold And it’s still drippin’ C-3PO Hop out! Fresher than some watercrest (Swanked out!) Swanked out so gross-man call me Rex Electricity, electricity I told her what I wanted she asking for specificity I said, “Baby just poison me with your laced potion” She said she down for whatever but she don’t like Trojans I said, “We on different algorithms” Then I dipped off and let the club scene cloud the vision Now I’m peeping with an Eagle Eye At this new shorty who told me she liked to see G.I. (CGI) I said, “I’m no soldier” But then her stare wandered “Who you here for?” She told me, “John Connor” [SCRATCH / BREAKDOWN] [REPEAT CHORUS 2X] When you in the club, can you do the robot…for me? So energized, dance moves so synthesized
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(CHORUS) In A Battle, I'm Straight Running Shit This is, this is Capital Punishment In A Battle, I'm Straight Running Shit This is, this is Capital Punishment Live from AZ-rappers get aborted like a troubled fetus when I pummel Phoenix Spin you down in a spiral like a double-helix This ain't a subtle remix-the gift I shoot like a can of spray in Santa Fe Rappers I eat a clan a day-they end up in the ocean w/ the manta rays They pay the cost in Austin Texas-from talkin' reckless-quite often wreck shit-these rappers end up in a coffin neck slit In Denver-my agenda is to dismember every pretender and member of your crew no matter the gender - as you witness my splendor Catch a wack emcee in Salt Lake City Hit em wit my microphone and watch his jaw break quickly I don't care who's in your squad in Carson City Man your bars are shitty-I keep it hard & gritty To the fake rappers frontin like gangstas in Sacramento You don't stack bread-you wouldn't have lead if you had a pack of pencils Roll up to Oregon-I don't care for Salem Smash wack rappers that's dumber than Sarah Palin You emcees in Olympia could have a millennia Still wouldn't have anything dope if you worked on a Coca plantation in Bolivia These cats try to flow in Boise, Idaho Heart cold like its five below-you & ya boys be dyin slow (REPEAT CHORUS) Catch a helluva lyrical ass whoopin' in Helena Ciph is a Toyota Land Cruiser - you're just a Celica I heat it up like a fry pan in Cheyenne I don't care if it's just you and the mic stand or you're rockin wit a live band Word to Wu-i spit darts that rip hearts in Bismarck-the mic it gets sparked-this is the sick art Of murderin mc's-it comes natural like how I breathe air Leavin mc's scared in Pierre-yall needin' a priest there You just think you a rapper-wit the ink I'm a master You're on the brink of disaster in Lincoln, Nebraska I got the true mc advantage-a beast a savage I feast and ravage emcees from Topeka, Kansas When I flow-show no pity-roast your whole committee in Oklahoma City-I got Arizona wit me Stop your flow like stones in kidneys-i do my thang yall Lyrical rainfall on rappers in St. Paul I don't play yall-in a battle get sliced up like tenderloins In Des Moines-end up on my Death List like Donald Goines I bring skills & fury - kill in a hurry In Jefferson City Missouri - the ink spills-a flurry Of words that are big boulders to smash you Little Rock rappers In Arkansas-I spark the raw and kill you soft bastards I've blown my rappin fuse-I'm lackin screws I'm smackin crews - Louisiana style in Baton Rouge Verbal assassin quick & witty-rappin' sick & gritty Smackin' clicks & kiddies in Jack-son, Mississippi Wisconsin rappers-I'm battlin in Madison Smashin em-makin sure they never ever rap again Battlegrounds on your Springfield in Illinois I'ma killa boy-kill the noise-when I leave-you'll feel destroyed (REPEAT CHORUS) I'm real and immaculate-in Indianapolis I'll crush you-put you on your city's inactive list You'll be unlucky in Kentucky when I hang jerks in Frankfort Puttin' in slang work-leavin' you lames hurt In Nashville Tennessee you'll find a landfill of dead emcees Wit smashed grills in a bed of leaves - all who lacked skills & pedigree - I'ma punish these dumb emcees in Montgomery and provide you with the summary of how I was sonnin these rap performers - I slam & floor ya - in Atlanta, Georgia I'm a damn enforcer In Tallahassee - my style'll smash the - wack crews - just bow and pass me - my bars are foul & nasty Punish ya - I'm stunnin' ya - sonnin' ya - in Columbia Straight runnin' ya - gunnin' ya - crushin' ya - I ain't lovin' ya Murk a wack rapper in Raleigh committin' a folly Toss him off of a trolley - then give a shout out to Ox - the one wit' an Ollie In Charleston, West Virginia - I'm like a shark fin - threat to swimmers - roast emcees - eat the charred skin - flesh for dinner Commit sick sins in Richmond - rip limbs when I spit hymns Make shit grim - your click's thin - bring pain like stick pins and kicked shins I do the damn thing in Lansing, Michigan - murder every rap citizen who can't swing - wile out like ADHD kids wit' no Riddilin Douglas James - James Douglas - I run this in Columbus Eat up these rappers wit a side of Hummus - Supreme like a Cutlass I'm scarin' herbs and squares & nerds in Harrisburg My mental drains ya in Pennsylvania when I'm blarin' words In Annapolis this master spits - ravenous - stacks of scripts smashin' clicks - like Cain Velasquez droppin' hammer fists It'll be game over in Dover, Delaware - bring hell up there And I'm well aware - these rappers will be hella scared (REPEAT CHORUS) In Trenton, NJ - I'm an effin' sensai - you reppin' - let's play - it'll be wack rappers death day In Albany - I maul mc's - who violate Hip Hop's policies I ain't playin' games - straight up I'm callin' these Rappers out in Hartford, Connecticut Spark words - no etiquette - spit harsh verbs and rhetoric Total dominance in Providence - these rappers lack confidence That's why they could never be on top like condiments Comp is wack and useless in Boston, Massachusetts I stomp and slap 'em toothless to the break of dawn I'm rappin' ruthless A monster in Concord - I don't care if you're at a concert or got sponsors or you're a fake gangsta rapper claimin' you eat steak & lobster Stomp silly squares in Montpelier - got em all really scared CIPHURPHACE Y'ALL - I smoke em like a Philly there Crush ya lames in Augusta, Maine - bring you suckas pain Cause I got Rhymes like the word after Busta's name Hit Honolulu Hawaii - I'm gone & cuckoo-dont try me As a sport eat rappers like Kalua Pork - so you no stand by me Cold-hearted in Juneau, Alaska - I attack like Cujo and thrash ya - lyrical judo - I slash ya - with a new flow - I smash ya When I flipt the script and punish ya Heads'll scream CIPHURPHACE for president in the District of Columbia
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(Verse 1 - Jake Palumbo) I wanna live, to be an astronaut Graduated Space Camp with straight-A's in crafting rocks Got it from my pops, he was an engineer at Magnavox Now I engineer the sounds found in small-town parking lots That's why I laugh in your face, you say my album flop? MY RENT GETS PAID OFF OF HIP-HOP GWAP I've basically made it, but I'm basically jaded To all the ways they try to play you like an inmate, I hate it I stay clinching my fists, till I got white knucks My Dad's dead, my Mama starving, homie - life sucks My friends trapped in the Trap, cause selling white sucks Been White all my life, I never seen these "White bucks" I sold weed for one year, I sold coke for one week Youngn's trading in their scholarship for two bags of leak My uncle facing Fed time, wanna help but ain't able to He's 55, and mentally handicapable You think that you're producers with Fruity Loops & Ableton Never pressed up a record, whatcha bringing to the table then? You're 22, no clue what grinding years is I will beat the definition of what blood, sweat, and tears is, bitch (CHORUS) I Wanna Live I Wanna Live My Life I Wanna Live I Wanna Live My Life (Verse 2 - Ed Ward) All eyes on me, 2Pac show Oops I meant to say Truman Show It's privacy when the lights is low Gotta look good for the life we chose I wanna live now & die next week Can't die now cause my life's too cheap Overnight star, might take that leap Fame staircase, and it look too steep In too deep, & I might just drown The skyline's & I can't look down Made my bed, & I can't die now Don't take shit so I don't lie down I wanna shine like a star would do Spit me a bar, get a car or two My credit score is too horrible I love this rap shit, sorry boo Wanna live life inside the stu Sorry, there's not time for you I do this here, don't kinda-do No lies here, I'm all kinds of truth Name in lights, till the lights are blue See the spotlight has a chosen few Be the man, be like the man Learn the game to beat the scam Success will make a lonely man Money can't control you, fam I just wanted us to smoke Smoke so good my lungs will choke Live right now, all she wrote Sober up, and I need to float Chop me down, screw the hope Can't stop now, I'm way too close (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 3 - C-Zar Van Gogh) Whatcha gonna do when the cops come & they pop some You're the wrong one, it's not fun Hit you in the leg, hit you in the chest That's where the blood won't stop coming out from You cannot run, you cannot hide You ain't got wings, you cannot fly Laying there, not dry & you cock-eyed Shots fired, justified in the cops eyes But what if you died knowing that you fully lived your life out If not, what your life bout? Like right now I ain't iced out But I'm shining on em Tombstone gonna say every single day that the good Lord sent I was grinding on 'em Pole position baby girl, just climb up on it Special Ed, with a "C" in front Y'all n****s gotta Honor Roll me Life's a bitch but my alimony Her sister's death, is hella on me But I f****d 'em both, butt to throat Pillow talking, cigarillo sparking But I'm up to no good, Remy Martin In my friend's apartment with a big revolver And I'm loaded I'm livid I'm loathing I'm living I'm soaking in my sins, I'm just hoping he forgives me I sold weed to smoke cheeba Sold white for good reasons Fuck Lowry's, Fuck Goya This right here some good seasoning (REPEAT CHORUS)
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(Verse 1 - C-Zar Van Gogh) I'm in the LAB - no coat on I'm getting high off the dro - no Codone I'm a Big Tymer - get your roll on I'm so on Juvenile four double-ozone N***a what you want on your Cold Stone? Hood slang, they can't decode us Feds want me in the cell like a protozoa But my nucleus is super thick Emcee with a hammer, and I'm too legit Can't touch me either, Super C-Zar (Verse 2 - Jake Palumbo) Integrity's what the label is based on Basically, you'll never keep pace with The Spaced God So I won't stop the flow Till I die on the throne, like the King of Rock N' Roll Politically correct, multi-cultural crew That pack automatic, multi-functional tools You won't survive in a world that is brutally cruel You say hold it down for SpaceLAB? I usually do.... (Verse 3 - Ed Ward) I'm raising winners up, word to Martin Sheen Jesus Shuttlesworth, when I'm on the green Tarantino tracks, if we talking scenes We X-men, bitch - do it by any means Special O.P.S. masked up, we be all creeping Running through that city, while you all sleeping SpaceLAB Round table yeah we all eating Blunts, papers and Svedka - a board meeting (Verse 4 - Ciphurphace) Immaculate rhythms and thunderous drum patterns We mastered this spittin' and we do it til the sun shatters This art form is sacred like temples where Buddha monks gather Better buckle up or get crumpled up like gum wrappers Dumb rappers get no respect - we crush rappers wit no regrets We about to fire shots like gun clappers that's holdin ' Tecs My crew worthy-earn stripes-we too dirty burn mics You're Route 3 - my flow's 95 like the New Jersey Turnpike (Verse 5 - Mike N.O.T.E.S) My style's unknown, like 2013 A.D. Always catch me with a fly bitch, Zang Zee E The good die young, but the best die free I'm alive for the now, getting SpaceLAB cream Nah mean? You need your team to encourage you My bar's gat magic, Big Pun turkolou You can be a trendsetter, visionary And you'll still come up short like leap years, February (CHORUS - All) We going head-to-head, yo choose your style In hand-to-hand combat, you lose your crown Soon as the music hits, who's moving the crowd? Our style's too confusing, we losing 'em now (Verse 6 - Ollie OX) I'm running these streets like a crook with a purse With a hook & a verse, I put the woofer to work Ollie OX the monster, known to sport a human mask Rolling through the Cosmos, cruising through the moon & back With my bus pass, and a ruck sack And one false tooth cause my sawed-off bucked back Went from ashes to full-fledged flame And I still keep breaking every rule in the game (Verse 7 - Mo Kofuma) ...I don't even know where to start at My Gotham Heights mobb deep, where ya heart at? Wow....so I'm dropping a poem Real high, uh rocking a philosopher's stone, so On the beat I strangle Mets cap titled at a 45-degree angle Iso-motion, always in control Basketball bud, I always pick and roll (Verse 8 - Jak D) Butterfly effect, Jak To The Future Butterfly knife, Jake you a bad-ass producer Plus you got a buncha fly effects on your Mac computer Jak maneuver through the Trap, click-clack go the Ruger Rude-ass bastard on point like a tack-tip My tactics are crueler, classic MacGruber Best Rapper Denied Put a patch over my eye, and call me Fat Dick The Ruler (REPEAT CHORUS)

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released January 1, 2012

PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO

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