Listener - From the Outside lyrics

[Freddie Bruno] From the outside, certified, gold and cla**ic Deepspace 5, the art of boombastic Soon as my man pa**ed it, Fred came to smash it Blast it until your shell becomes cracked, it's Ma**ive, pa**ive, gross attractive Freddie burns the beat like lactic acid Fantastic, wild out, feeling spastic Let the outside reflect the inside and flash it [ManCHILD] Can't pa** at all, we stop traffic Live and on plastic, drive a strong pa**ion Mine, we on past the night to dawn after Deepspace 5, we born to form cla**ics [Sev Statik] There's a war going on inside No soul is safe, nowhere to hide You could put your hands up, doesn't matter how high son You ain't got one prayer you could buy one [Playdough] Close your credit and fade to black Got a bible in the back with the gangsta rap With a big, gold plaque, yo thanks for that Full tank full bank what you think of that? It don't mean no thing in the hill of beans At the end of the day we just human beings So dirty but I brush my teeth with chlorine Why you think my rap is so clean? [Hook] We may seem happy, like everything's alright From the outside looking in, everything's uptight [Sivion] Check out my crew, we so hollywood Love what we do cuz hip hop is good It's understood when we roll through your hood Make it do what it do when your bro never could I think you should hang up the plastic Metal mesh, 58, sour like Vlasic Might sound better after some practice Sev and the crew make a brother fantastic [Listener] I work the field with two hands I move the dirt with my back I wash it clean with the sweat Let if grow from the ground, go help the rest I move the wind with my wings I fill the depths of the sea I dig my roots in the water Hold the ground steady for your dragons and daughters [Playdough] Roses are red and violets for certain The inside working speaking third person The precursor, universal networking The outside lurking inside my church [Sintax] Put your wingtip right on my lip, I spit shine Shoestring tight grip, polish your mind Buff that rhyme out, wax so poetic Sintax.the.Terrific paint a black aesthetic On the outside, hoping that the ink sinks in My custom kiwi leather bottle leaking See me bombing something divine When I spit it on out I make the inside shine [Fred B] So turn it up, baby Bang out your trunk, baby Shout who you are from the moon to the stars, baby Forget the rest, baby Give it your best, baby Loving yourself is the wealth and the test, baby [Hook] [Sev Statik] Get your hands off the gla** This ain't nothing to look at, better off to pa** Know that Never said a word But you got that look like you concerned For that I might say something that you ain't going to like Most likely so, but it's alright It's a little too hot for us all to fight You picked the right MC, but the wrong mic [Sivion] I'll take it back and then give it Pour out the soul, the globe and then rip it Look at the hourgla**, the shapes shifting Form of the deepest space for soul lifting [Sintax] Flesh on the outside, spirit on the inside Pressed to the image of God come alive Fresh on the outside, fierce on the inside That's the definition of Deepspace 5 [ManCHILD] You might think, me and the band are big time and kickin' it On time definitive, one grind, delivering Black balls to any celler dwellers and fellas that want to get down Rocksteady tell them to sit down You might think that this town is big enough To fit inside a little bit of triple crown style And big brown, here we developing hits now But every cat said in my big mouth it gets out [Listener] When I get to heaven, I'll ask God to send me back Into my home is blind and broken help us get on track Armor on the outside, golden wings spread out wide I'll shelter all my brothers, sisters let them come inside Oh come inside, come inside