[Lyric] Trouble By The Garden (SpaceLAB Recordings)

[Hook]

Soon, I will be done
With the troubles of this world
With the trouble of this world
With the trouble of this here world

[Hook 2 - CIPHURPHACE]

SpaceLAB, Pawz One, this is real talk son
Lord have mercy, yo we're praised like we're God's Son
We put in work, & don't finish till the job's done
The world gives us trouble, load up shells up in the shotgun

[VERSE 1 - JAKE PALUMBO]

I got Brooklyn manners, & Tennessee tendencies
Inner-city hillbilly printed on the effigy
Blind your science, my rhymes' defiant
Future so bright that it fries out my Iris
Survive the hype of the Hurricane Irene
Marley for breakfast got me feeling Irie
So high that my eyes needed Visine
Eye of The Ciphur, drink through an IV
Ain't he like 30?
But he's still so good
Ain't he mad nerdy?
But he's still so hood
Hip-hop maestro, needle on the wax
Irwin R. Schyster - I seize your stacks
Paid no tax since 2-double-0-2
12 Gauge, cutting vocals in a 002
Eddie, pass me the fifth, let's commute down to Cali
Until they get the album, leave 'em fiending in the alley
[REPEAT Hook]

VERSE 2: A-1 (ED WARD & C-ZAR VAN GOGH)]

This that snap-back, skully music
4G Goon Squad, Gang Gully Movement
Got a lotta work, got a lotta women
She re-ing up daily?
They Viggy-the-Van-Gone with it
Them bad bitches, I paw-print 'em
Dark Skinned Clark Kent, Barbie's I'm all in 'em
They all tripping, Bruce Wayne I fall in 'em
I should stop smoking, cause now I'm all winded
It's the night out in Gotham, Wifey leaving you
But I be in the Left Coast, Cali-dreaming too
Like, Hello - undefeated, now I'm bankrupt
Yeah I got the shit for cheap, pull the tanks up
Selling these bitches for $59.95
10 in the 2, doing 60 down 95
Entenmann's in the whip, they trying to find the pies
Euthanasia for The Stupid - I feel so alive

[REPEAT Hook]

[VERSE 3 - PAWZ ONE]
They told me to break a leg
So I stomped until I broke a bone
You should join Bobby so he doesn't have to smoke alone
Stacking up my provolone, kings getting overthrown
Duct tape their faces, fuck waiting till there's no one home
You can ask The Cannon about the shit that I've been planning
Pull a Colt, & run with The Giants, so pick a Manning
Twin Barrels, Bare Arms the apparal
I'm preparing you
To pick 6 homies that you really want to carry you

[VERSE 4 - CIPHURPHACE]

Pineapple, pinnacle, your spine rattles critical
Condition, this is the rendition of time capsule miracles
The mind battles spiritual beings
Rhyme ammo, lyrical teachings
Rhyme animal, rhyme cannibal
Hungry from miniscule feedings
I haven't gone to sleep I just Quantum Leaped
Beyond the street
Landed on my feet, on the beat to make the song complete
Lyrically you can't compare to me
Slim bars are scarily grim
Spit scripts, leave you with knicks on point like Jeremy Lin
[REPEAT Hook]

[REPEAT Hook 2]

[SCRATCH OUTRO]