P.o.d. - Space (PhatHeads Remix) lyrics

Here we come South White is the sights, you might have heard If the word ain't fillin the streets that beat the third The fourth the fifth already Make my belly get sick The way you talkin so loud Who you rollin with? Poor coward, you're sweet and sour Let me introduce you to a friend of ours You better look both ways before you cross this road You wanna tangle with the boys What you waitin fo'? Wha? You flawless, and raw hits with all kick BMC's, P.O.D. raw as rockets You spark it on targets regardless Not this, rock this, we the hardest You lawless, and all kids in the darkness Choice is yours, but you don't really wanna start this Your monsters that haunt your act hardest You rhyme quick, cuz you're harmless and heartless Yeeeah I'm the QU double Looking for the trouble Married to the street, so you can't knock my hussle Oooo, (that kid he's so grimy) We gonnna rock this jam with my brother Tim beside me No matter what the deal, I stay gutter So much ice, I make 'em stu-stu-stutter One up to the South from your dog Queenie (Peace to the gods) and peace to P.O.D They want the fire, I heard they want the fire And I'm the powder keg and I'll blaze like a lighter And when I detonate it I bet it fade to black That's a wrap, now evacuate The explosion Oh it's so sick when I'm rolling and get to pouring out this emotion I'm holding devotion unfolding (huh) Payable On d**h, create flows, resurrect the West I played my cards so let me say what I gotta say A hard-hitter, go-gitter, get up out my way Little wind of me in South Bay I'm a Warrior, and I'm comin' outta play-ay Who's on top now, got it locked down Came to show you how we do it in the Southtown Te quiero miedo P.O.D., we the right team South side, San Diego, 619 Don't be mad that your round, top-notch And this girl got a gift in this thang, hip-hop Battle name that tournament applause the cause; And the men all pause at the Klymaxx bars And my crew call me "Bush" 'cause I drop dem bombs And my A-game's fierce with my game face on I get pissed off a lot, but still life goes on And I've been all around the world, it's the same old song Street tested, Diego approved Make your move, my crew we're living proof From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom We got 'em on lock, and lock is how we got 'em Gave birth to this game, paid dues for the name If your trend's 'bout to end then I'ma send it away I was built for this moment, I own it, I take the blame Keep talkin' real big and watch me do big things What? We the hard rock, Southtown be the block Unorthodox, redefine the culture shock Knock 'em out shoes and socks, tick-tock Come down on your watch, so you better not mock The rap and the rock, the freaks and the jocks Make true hip-hop without the pop That same for the s**ers who try to block I will rise to the top, now watch the kids flock to me It's Tribal brothers, Southern blocks of full color with my homies Yeah you know we live and die for each other So warriors (warriors), come follow me from the school of hard knocks: Southtown, S.D And this vision got an image of this Babylon breathing Draw the line for the wise I be seeking Paco Paco Mansin Stray bullets of the blue sky Set my eyes to Zion, and take it worldwide