Top Shelf (Clean) - Outerspace/Sadat X Outerspace ni**a I'm a beat your asses Warchild Planetary I came to take the world by storm Transform every word Put my life in the song It don't really matter If it's right or it's wrong You gon' feel what we do When the mic's turned on Gonna surrender your life We ready to fight Like King Syze spit heavy on mics Any of hype is over Street's cobra free souljah In to take the streets over We told you ni**a Don't ever disrespect our click Get found in the ditch With your son and ya b**ch Cause I'm expected by fame We proven murderers Top shelf verbalists with words I spit It's simple Instrumentals get scared to hear me I can ghost write though I got potential clearly I'm from Philladel The place where the streets is watching And getting your a** whooped Is the only option Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere Yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch You're caught up everybady Get up Throw your hands in the air Or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch Caught up You're caught up everybody Babygrande is the label that pays me Just any beat ain't gonna amaze me All to my days be You grind up Let me find out yo that we're twins Maybe there's a equal of space 90 miles seperate Philly from the atmo Who clam they came It must be how they Snapple Or work whole day make the X go Everytime I'mma hit you I just go I'm a radical just medical I'm a terror Flat bring hot weather ya get to that Anyone deal with that gon' bust Three balls in my area I'm gon' pop When this world gonna Find my whole proton Barried under  but it still the kill Fronting any other Was a threat better yet They raised up my statue At least once I'mma catch you Other times it might be another by the rhyme If that's the case Man it's going outerspace Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch Caught uo You're caught up everybody Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch caught up You're caught up everybody I came to take the world away Long time anticipated so the world awakes Strong arm affiliated Watch what you say To a fifth executioners East PA Play game off the chain That's the least to say Spit flames off the brain Cause we don't play Keep my dawgs 'profaso' We don't stray If the cooking to ya numb heads we don't lay Put rocks in this b**ch From NY to Philly Told the block when it rained I'd like to keep it filthiest War hell is out not even the beast can kill me Starving artist on the mic Only a feast can fill me OS reigns supreme And y'all can hate on it Your dudes ain't crunk If you can't stay on it Your beats still not If you can't break on it And the track ain't played Unless you put Space on it Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch caught up You're caught up everybody Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch caught up You're caught up everybody Come on Get up Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere yo what up Something for the DJ to scratch caught up You're caught up everybody