Briz - Spacewalking (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Briz] Yo, this how we space walk. Yo, Digs Darklight, Briziferous, Breez Evahflowin'. Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Briz] Yo, you talk the fake talk. I walk the space walk, face off Strange thoughts may force to make you rap your day off Smite when I'm in hindsight. The spectacle of light Becomes blinding to the average. I'm way beyond alright Yeah, we rocking mics, dog, way beyond all night We're Savian Glover with this rhyming, motherf**er I caught ‘em in the streets and every other words were stutters “Hold, hold, fam. Chill, chill, wait. Listen See, I was just smoking with ‘em. They the ones who dissing” Say that. Instead, you see me on the track as payback How you want it? Raw or cooked? Hyper-like or laid back? Relay the message back that I can't relate to wack Briz amaze the ma**es, probably blow a razor past His face, making him waking up all shaken up He's crying to the Lord above that all he got was razor cuts Because the way he came across life was scaring us [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x2) Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out? [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] From New York to Illatropolis, I'll do my thing “Walking on the Moon” like Sting I'm tight like tigers in tight strings The wind from my lungs through the pipe things Inviting the special way I do my pen writing Manipulate my energy ‘til I can bend lightning Stronghold ten titans with five digits Drop fly shizit whenever I visit The type to throw lawn darts, rip through your auras Getting deeps with Digs and my brother B-R I-Z. Vital like drops of IV Tracks produced and juiced like Hi-C Fly fingertip samples tickling ivory Sipping the irie and inhaling puff Akrobatik said their style's not “Ruff Enuff” I agreed, adding on, “They're soft like creampuffs” Every rhyme I write made out of the dream stuff Y'all hollow like vials of crack used to beam up Seen ‘nough sh**. f** a n***a up on some love sh** And maintain balance. Everything must fit Attention. Speak this in public: I love this Reporter asked what my sneakers get rubbed with In clubs with L's, I'm sipping old Scotches And more chicks on my arm since juvenile got watches [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x2) Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out? [Verse 3: Digs Darklighter] This is for every forum that fornicate on a loser's face And time of day. Brave placed in a hard-paid crime Making this all happen for the sake of vein-tapping My super brain rapping when the thoughts had me distant Rap one as an infant. Now you're slacking as a misfit Reacting with codes mumbled, jumbled, and cryptic [Tumble to I, unload when I understood, tag liquid?] b**h, quick, drive my drunk a** home. I'm like sh** I left the mic split, broke on coke and unfit You run-on-sentence emcees, Mickey Mouse apprentice ‘Cause these silly f**s that want to put on some space sh** They're nameless, living inside this fake matrix The same sh** I smoked last week with Iron Sheik And the hacksaw broke my teeth and now they call me Crackjaw Sprinkle me with particles when I write the articles Like Hunter S. Thompson at a Democratic carnival Marshall the Sherm Sticks and arsenals of word tricks Burn victims that are hooked up to a learned fix You have now entered my sanitized zone of solitude Surrounded by galvanized stone and windowless rooms My smoke supplies foods, those fit for the brain stem Flashback imagery, thoughts of that same friend Who made me f** those drawings and now I can't name them Insane b-lends when the game ends on impressionism Retarded children of legitimate lesser wisdom Inconsiderate motherf**ers who think that they spit It's all backwash. Unbattleble, not connecting Uncompatible to my beautiful backdrop of bliss [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Briz with DJ Low Budget Scratches] (x4) Who gets spaced out and still turn the place out? [Outro: Breez Evahflowin' and Digs Darklighter] (x8) Spaced out