(HOOK - Mike N.O.T.E.S of Gotham Heights)

We the war & the terror
More crack than The Crack Era
You're falling like a vaccum feather
However, your bars still holding no weight
Like the hologram 'Pac at Coachella
Set a trend like Metta, & the Saints Camp
You'd better think twice, you're f***ing with Space Camp
You'd better think twice, you're f***ing with Space Camp
You'd better think twice, you're f***ing with Space Camp

(VERSE 1 - Mo Kofuma of Gotham Heights)

I roll a big L....for big pictures
Then I make moves, feeling like Bobby Fischer
Light speed with the SpaceLAB legends
My smoke makes a cloud in Final Fantasy 7
These n****s average with that old flow
I'm "Macho Man" Randy Savage on a promo
WOW...
So giving you fair warning, we everywhere
Like teen abortions & Air Jordans

(VERSE 2 - Mike N.O.T.E.S of Gotham Heights)

Making tracks bounce like the Betty's Inn
Hashtag #1, NASCAR Pirelli's spin
I been in the winner's circle, no flip-floppin'
S***, whatchu doing? Knickerbocking.
I'm about to go cray - seafood
F*** peace, let that Metta World Beef stew
Chernobyl, I do nothing but radiate
Now the heat global, I'm cult status like '88

(REPEAT HOOK)

(VERSE 3 - Jake Palumbo)

Battlestar Galactic, Face Man from The A-Team
I'm Templeton Peck peddling pebbles
Doing studio sessions with unneccesary spectacles
My testicles licked in the basement of Rebel
I win chips & medals, what we add to the flyers?
The average A&R's a pathological liar
The average rap career's about 31 seconds
By that rationale, we some g****** legends

(VERSE 4 - Ciphurphace)

Smutella, you dumb fella, sling heat like a gun seller
Sick sound, I'm Chris Brown
You don't wanna see drama like Rhianna
With a rap tune, I'm Black Moon, got you open like an umbrella
So dope I don't spit raps, I speak ganja
I got soul (Seoul) like the city you were born in
Look at me Mama!
Grimy like Sunz of Man tracks
Catch a hundrend hand slaps, I'm E. Honda
Wack cat? Never. Raps are funky as ever
Duck emcees get seized, & start plucking their feathers
Their remains get condensed, & sold at local Chinese food establishments
Make your crew vanish quick
This is hip-hop under new management
The whole planet will get booked with SpaceLAB as the headliners
Then 3/4ths of this land will be filled up with dead rhymers

(REPEAT HOOK)

(VERSE 5 - Ed Ward of Gotham Heights)

Sippin' syrup, smoking loud, I'm a Space Cadet
Cutting necks in the sink, still get my apron wet
Ice chins till they chill, got the fur on me
Make you choke on your teeth if you got words for me
All black in them tints, it's like a hearse, baby
And homie, give me a second, I'll twist your 1st Lady
We The Bulls in '96, the champ's view
Sue us & we still fly, "Space Camp II"

(VERSE 6 - C-zar Van Gogh)

Gotta let 'em drown, gotta let 'em suffer
Try to hold a n**** down, he gon' drag your ass under
Probably over dinero, you know that's over the skeeos
Over Paquito paper, Papito - that's not Pacino
You think life's straight? Like an arrow or something?
Till you look down the barrel of something
Put a couple bands on your head like Jason Terry or something
Arch Bishop, hollow tips, hell yeah they gon' touch 'em