Outerspace – Lost Angels

Outerspace – Lost Angels Lyrics

Artist: Outerspace
Song: Lost Angels

Click clack
I’m well known on streets as Sick Jack
My beats straight heat and it’s sick how my clique raps
My drug come in pounds and my money in big stacks

The army is intact, homey so get back
Get stacked, Lost Angel meets the Illadelph
You ain’t down with the team you probably should kill yourself
Find us in the street while you sittin’ up in the shelf

You’re whole style’s cold as ice, probably how winter felt
The six side army of the Pharaoh trip
And you’re trying to compete with that old sh#t
Man I’m loaded with vocabo like an ammo clip

It gets worser than ? when the ? spit
Bangin’ on your block
When you guzzle and you spark
Blastin’ in the badlands bangin’ up in hunting park

And the people in your area tear you all apart
Cuz to us rap is a game, killing is an art mark
No blindfold see us in the alley [we walk
On grind more Philly out to Cali [we march

With the torches lit, it’s the Pharaoh clique
On the six side n#gg# this that psycho sh#t
Straight outta compton strapped back
Boys with the gat strapped

Trips to Los Vegas with the knapsack [that’s that
Flat black on your aluminum siding
I take it back to 9-4 nothing to lose when we riding
Sick jacks several tecs so the bags are packed tight

All black tees gas masks and black nikes
Chants from the soldiers, slam through the boulders
I done made it through the devil when he dance like Travolta
Mind of an ?, picture me b#tchin’

That’s like losin’ a battle I’m like the Phillies with pitchin’
I ain’t mad that you shining, your lights is dim
I’m like a neon, and f#ck beef I slice it thin
I’m the chief you’s an indian my tribe is ugly

You can die ? be crowded with the knives and skullies
Now your eyes all buggy, your cheerleaders love me
You can take what we turn down n#gg# you bummy [get money]
No blindfold see us in the alley [we walk

On grind more Philly out to Cali [we march
With the torches lit, it’s the Pharaoh clique
On the six side n#gg# this that psycho sh#t
These cats is shallow, swimming in some deep waters

We slaughter, suicide bomber I’m a street martyr
Reach farther feeling at yall like why bother
If your career on hold you need to try harder
Our father, hallowed be thy name

Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways
Planet is my evil twin let the evil pay
My deck go under wax now let the needle slay
We heavy hitters got no time for petty n#gg#s

So you should watch your words after the henny hit us
Pray for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane
We pretty much a blood stain, you dippin from my guns aim
Stay in your lane, your dirty house, your vehicle

Do what the f#ck I want it’s always feasible
This ain’t the new school we do what leaders do
Your all stuck on stupid while I’m breezing through
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Release Year: 2011