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OUTERSPACE lyrics : "The Revolution"

(feat. Celph Titled)

[Celph Speaking]

Whattup whattup whattup

[Crypt Speaking]

Yo, OS, Celph Titled baby
What's goin' down


[Celph Speaking]
My ^!$$%z, yo spit that %#@!


[Crypt The Warchild]
I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech
Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets

Stampedin the globe deep with the Pharaohs so don't sleep
We flame arrow your dome piece but when these cannibals go eat
I'ma cannon with no leash no hammer and no heat

Spit at random anytime acapella with no beat
Believe me dog cyclop vision I see through fog
Y'all transparent ^!$$%z on tape I see through y'all

Like a crystal ball, my dogs gnaw till ya tissues gone shook
When ^!$$%z ran to they pistols to hit you hard
This games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your card

Like playin' Russian roulette by yaself on a trip to Mars
I break atoms in the same fashion I spit these bars
Put barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scars

Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all
Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all


[Outerspace X2]
It's a revolution, a new state of mind
We bringin' hip hop back with new ways to rhyme

Yesterday it was dark but today we shine
Tryin' to make the best out these last days in time


[Planetary]
Stick me in a room with a track Celph Title made
No tellin' where my ink flow it's like a tidal wave

Battle emcees dog I survived those days
Now it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros crave
Makin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhyme

Sorry if you think I'm rude I get too %#@!ty at times
I'm with Crypt on barstools talkin' rep, cars and pool
Tryin' to build foundation with no garage and tools

With a squad that bruise anybody who act
Outta order Q-Demented will demolish you cats
Outta water outta food, we grisslin' ^!$$%z

Don't speak, cuz you know your body fittin' in rivers
Don't sleep, does who slept don't pose a threat
We runnin' with the Army now Pharaohs to the death

We are, what you hard renegades wanna be
We spit regardless, no matter center stage or the street


[Chorus X2]

[Celph Titled]

Yo, first off let me say $#&@ you and $#&@ dead homies
You got beef with me you got beef with my cronies
And when it come to machineguns, we fire Tommy's like Sony

Leave you missin' from your tribe like Jahrobee
We block buster spot rushers; my shots musta'
Let off from the glock and sprayed you down like crop dusters

I rock mustard color Timbs the same ones that busted ya chin
Celph Titled and Outerspace the spicks is at it again
Get a number for it to drop through

See me with a 4-4 when I drop through
That's my (*##$ and I don't think she likes you
And all that bull%#@! about let there be light

It wasn't that easy plus I gave life to Christ
Immortalized my story noticed that I eternally rep
Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test

Their ain't a ^!$$% that can play, that's preposterous G
Cuz I'll make sure ya album is released posthumously

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