Outerspace - Hustle and flow lyrics

It's the solar symstem addict Addict coming from the space cabinet My larynx is more like a clarinet To clarify my clarity I give syllables a solidarity To rap want's to marry me I propose with a gun and a rose It's out of paradise city with thunderous flows My sh**'s so dope it's numbing your nose I tussle with pros i hustle and flow you know It's the coming attraction 10th wonder This summer i vibe to the sound of the funky drummer Marinade over snares and kicks Prepare to be ripped apart cuz it's rare i miss And if for some strange reason my shot's off I spit chains of seasons and burn em like hot sauce I vicegrip the micstand for no apparent reason The transparent demon with gods lifespan Chorus: This sh** is hot for real Even if cop's on the block we get it popping still Are you pop is you hot n***ah not for real Who got it locked on the block like we got no deal Chorus You n***as can't see me lift your brim up Unless you wanna see your man lift your limbs up You talking to a man sonny lift your chin up It's a sin if i let your skin skuff my tins up See me and plan we penetrate the block We leave dead bodies to decorate the block Husky puertoricans we vegetate you not Treat the famine motherf**a escalate your crops We in the land of coast that can't registrate they blocks The world got shook and have the head of state to watch Time keep slipping we let escape the clock So when we get it cracking we hesitate to stop I'm waving the blade i'm scraping the plate i'm hungry I'm breaking away escaping the pain you love me You saying my name i'm breaking your frame it's ugly I fatally rain i'm staining your dame i'm gully Chorusx2 Yo i'm a young cannon blasting with the mind of a elder I move blocks of trees like the legend of zelda maan And i don't know what to tell ya I ain't your paps homie i ain't the n***ah that failed ya To rap with me, gotta be ready to blast with me Tackle the city crack the da vinci master the gritty I'm shackled in Philly, actually i'm locking it down (?)nothing but condiments now Compared to us in battle with flares and must In certain situations i ain't scared to bust There goes my fame and my music I'm planning a movement To take advantage of anything that's ever handed to music So every time we drop pocket get to the ground I'm a ring leader trust me i ain't f**ing with clowns And anyone who wanna hate, like be my guest I'ma aim for your head like i ain't see that vest