Martin $ky – $pace Cake$ Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Space cakes got me floating and my rhymes tight
Prom night suit white as Klu Klux Klondike
Gotta be rhyming with a flow that's outdated
These cookies cremated and that shit is loud flavored
See I be the bomb, specially when I would chief the bong
Cloud 9 you can't be up on this g shit we be on
Catch up, I invest stocks in bedrocks
Hash make yo ass gasp like you in headlock
Red robin, head throbbing bass knocking
I go for cash and cream it's no stopping
Pop lock em grab Glocks and pop shot em
Cops got em, third eye steadily watching
I spit shit sicker than a diagnosed patient
Bag back for I lose my patience, thank you
Rap riddling fat sack sizzling
Open seat for a fucking loser go and fill it in
[Verse 2]
The frenzy of infamy is sickening
Blinds closed dark rooms is what a nigga sitting in
Scribble invisible ink all over this iPod
I spy rappers that lip sync with mics off
More treble turn my high ends up a bit
All wins spitting venom flowing off my upper lip
Stand firm for this sound that I'm creating
Book of rhyming , shit is timeless, cyanide spit
King cobra when I scribble venom
Same nigga rocking New Balance and raw denim
Same rapper who was spitting they could not feel em
Pop up killing this rap shit I pack hits
Rock punch slobber knock a opp into the top bunk
Chiefin' hella hash gotta dash for the cops come
See I ain't rapping for the fuck of it
Gold medal player shit, wrote a verse and made it sick
Space cakes got me floating and my rhymes tight
Prom night suit white as Klu Klux Klondike
Gotta be rhyming with a flow that's outdated
These cookies cremated and that shit is loud flavored
See I be the bomb, specially when I would chief the bong
Cloud 9 you can't be up on this g shit we be on
Catch up, I invest stocks in bedrocks
Hash make yo ass gasp like you in headlock
Red robin, head throbbing bass knocking
I go for cash and cream it's no stopping
Pop lock em grab Glocks and pop shot em
Cops got em, third eye steadily watching
I spit shit sicker than a diagnosed patient
Bag back for I lose my patience, thank you
Rap riddling fat sack sizzling
Open seat for a fucking loser go and fill it in
[Verse 2]
The frenzy of infamy is sickening
Blinds closed dark rooms is what a nigga sitting in
Scribble invisible ink all over this iPod
I spy rappers that lip sync with mics off
More treble turn my high ends up a bit
All wins spitting venom flowing off my upper lip
Stand firm for this sound that I'm creating
Book of rhyming , shit is timeless, cyanide spit
King cobra when I scribble venom
Same nigga rocking New Balance and raw denim
Same rapper who was spitting they could not feel em
Pop up killing this rap shit I pack hits
Rock punch slobber knock a opp into the top bunk
Chiefin' hella hash gotta dash for the cops come
See I ain't rapping for the fuck of it
Gold medal player shit, wrote a verse and made it sick
