Space Junk Galaxy

[Intro: Lil Lex]
DANTE? just hit me up, bruh
This shit go hard, we spittin' on here
I'll let him go first
Let's get it

[Verse 1: DANTE? & Lil Lex]
Hop on a MPC, murder the beat
Like you the enemy, you are dead to me
If you really wanna see the end of me
We can handle it in the streets
Got a couple of dawgs stomp you out with cleats
Honestly, I'm just kiddin'
But I could tell that you're fibbin'
DANTE? on production, walk inside the function
And I turn tables like a conjunction
No feature if I don't respect you
I could do it, kung fu, now I produced this whole album
Never give up no matter what the outcome
If I flop, we come back harder with the next drop
Aimin' for the top, haters prayin' that we stop
If I do great, they still find a way to hate (Yeah)
The art matters, wonder what they gotta rate (Perfect!)

[Verse 2: Slikadaice & Lil Lex]
I been fly but shit get crazy like a ruffle of feathers
Fuckin' on your bitch, I won't cum quick, so we gon' cum together
Then she knows to leave right away 'cause ain't nothin' special
Always stayin' tough, even when shit hard like a clump of leather (Ah)
Everything, it ain't what it seems, nah, it ain't fundamental
Inside the mind of you lyrical geniuses
We can cook up the beef, talkin' like he not shit
They gon' hate, we gon' give 'em they fate, that is the reasoning
If I say what they say, y'all wouldn't believe in it
DANTE?'s verse surprised me, no Eliantte
They gon' try 'n' talk different but I all I hear is bilang'
Any rapper talkin' shit, I'ma make a hit, yeah, I'ma violate, annihilate
Bitch, you gon' die 'cause yo' vibe a hate (Yeah)
Think you better watch, better dilate
What is the time? Time to rise, elevate
Mix up the things they gon' drink, Lyrical Lemonade
They gon' dance when I die, spiritual renegade (Duh-duh-duh-duh)

[Verse 3: Lil Lex]
Yeah, spiritual renegade, pay for a food at the dinner plate
He's throwin' hands? He finna go catch a case
She throw it up, she know she a renegade
Yeah, but I ain't no raider
He catchin' fades but I ain't no fader
I got all the money, I'm finna go cater
Yo' life is mine, just call me, "Life Saver"
I hit her with force so I'm usin' the 'saber
Covered in black just like Darth Vader
I am the alpha and you is the beta
Recordin' this song and got lots of data
She smell on the date so I rate her 3/10 for the favor
She eatin' it up, full throttle
Her coochie is red like tomato
This pussy won't see no tomorrow
You know Slika? He come with paper, yeah

[Segue: Diizii]
And don't think I forgot about Lex
Bitch, we Actiive, you know it, we poppin' them checks
Put the blade to your muh'fuckin' neck, that's a bet
What? What?

[Verse 4: Magician G]
I'ma give you one chance to walk away like a small offer
Yeah, bitch, I ain't playin' games, show all of 'em
If they got the balls to question me like The Wall, bruh
Drop 'em all like a disconnected call, bruh
I'm a fire-spittin' god at the podium. like a burning church, I'll never fall altered
Got the drive, get my numbers dashin' boards like I'm Paul Walker
If I am crackin' down on you like an earthquake, then I hope you know that it's your fault, bruh
When you on a beat, yeah, bitch, you all talk, yeah (Yeah, what? All talk, all talk)
No space for your junk like the cypher's title
Hate all you want, can't write like I do
Blamin' a bunch of the whitest idols
Shady and company, the angels
Say I'm the one for quite a while
Stayin' the one, I quiet rivals

[Verse 5: Diizii]
Shh, shh, shh, call me Lil' Diizii
'Cause I got her spinnin' in circles whenever she with me (Phew)
I'm checkin' my DM, bro, yo' bitch tried to hit me
Lil' Diizii carry them extendos, shh (What?), now my new name is 'Xtendiizii
And I'm drunk in love like the name of my tape
Bitch, don't go the wrong way or you'll fuck with DANTE?
Or I'll fuck with yo' bitch, I'm inside her all day, I'm inside her all night
I'm steppin' with metal, no muh'fuckin' knight
Slik' in this bitch, SliknDiiz, bitch, that's right
Don't fuck with Magician G, play your cards right
And don't think I forgot about Lex
Bitch, we Actiive, you know it, we poppin' them checks
Put the blade to your muh'fuckin' neck, that's a bet
Hol'on (What?), hol'on (What?)
Infinity gauntlet, bitch, I feel like Thanos, the way I be rockin' these stones
With the way I be killin' half of you youngin's, y'all finna be nothin' but bones
My bitch; she bad to the bone, bitch, stop hittin' my phone
Lower your muh'fuckin' tone, you youngin's some muh'fuckin' clones

[Outro: Diizii]
Yeah, huh!