Mark Spits - Spaced Out (feat. Ritchy Flo & J/O/e) Lyrics

Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot

Poppycock, purple haze sake sloppy talk
Puff a Denver Nugget, high like the rocky tops
Lock, stock hip-hop and two smoking barrels
Stopped in b-boy stance, rocking dope apparel
Space boots and my X-ray glasses
Astronaut suit grabbing alien asses
And get a quickie from a fly little Trekkie
Futuristic, intellectual and sexy
Like Barbarella tell her lemme in them thighs
She wanna ride my big starship Enterprise
Rap Captain Kirk back to save the galaxy
After that skirt, every lady's fantasy
Real science fiction this digital spit
Suspence got me writing incredible shit
Green like the Hulk, pass me my lighter
Or a lightsaber, Vader in a TIE Fighter

Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot

I'm spaced out, I'm so blazed I burn the place down
Rain clouds fall on my head I'm awake now
Face down cuz she make sounds that'll wake the house
I break it down, these strange clowns just hang around
I wear maroon socks over the shoulder boombox
Sit'n back smoking a blunt full of moonrocks
Out here balloons pop, you're gonna need a new plot
Rocketeer'n cross the sky in a blue yacht
I wish I had an eight ball so I could tell the future
Coke turns me psychic, you'll always be a loser
I'm getting high in space looking like Nibiru
Sniffing glue hit up Blue trying to get a clue
Aye yo, where the hell is Lance Armstrong
Tell him to meet me at the moon with a large bong
I'm the one with white glasses and a scarf on
Gimme a beat that I can star on

Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Get spaced out, get spaced out
Get spaced out, bka-blast off
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot
Moonrocks in my space coupe
Moon walk in my space boots
Superfly in my space suit
Keep my phaser on stun and I straight shoot

Metroid Prime when I drop the rhyme
I'm on 35 in hyper drive
Doing my thing in a Gundam Wing
Metbot build'n, me a metabeing
Hit'em with the force, leave them haters torched
Space pod chilling on a conquer course
Space Ghost guest host and speak on my accomplishments
Moonlighting a blunt with Samus and she show'n tits
Can't take the G-Force, then stay off the pot then
F-Zero coupe like a Porsche and I'm hop'n in
Take it to a level that your scouter can't read
Going Great Ape on the beat like DBZ
I'm chugging ten beers and I'm Buzz Lightyear
Pushing hella lightyears to some pussy in space gear
Federation ain't f*cking with me
Hit'em with the wave motion gun one time and they history
F*ck'em