(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 a** 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