번역: 블랙 스타. 공간의 낭비.
't wanna take it nice and slow here Don't wanna waste a minute more dear The universe just vanished out of sight And all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black
prisoner of doom. [Verse 1: (Madchild)] Star issue. Scar tissue. I wish you would die, I'll miss you. Sittin' in the chair while I'm starin' into space
the wheat lands on the plains His love is yesterday, today, forever the same Captains log star date 2003 A Range Rover hovercraft in high pursuit of me They're all blacked
space, time and rocketjuice, suck at the bittersweet taste light, sound, they mutate, paradoxic waste face, grime, the ingrained humor, the black laughter
kill you with kindness than kill you in a fight [So why you wanna punch these other rappers in their face?] 'Cause they fake as fuck, and a waste of space
other file Bein flamboyant like ? herbal user, slash, barracuda With key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles ? ? to split your wig and nip your eyebrows Go to space and greet the stars
space A mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize But I still narrow my eyes 'Cause my time I don't like to waste. Get down I'm a question Wrapped
had to give - (wasted Earth) And as we ride through the black horizon, I long for the days of old 'Cause I may never set foot on the wasted Earth no more - (wasted
nothing Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it coming While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat Whipping the waste from my cleets, between the space
role, a sole step child Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin' While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass Success is butter for Serch's space Spoken slang
forlorn too many ages Wasting away in the crucible of space Drawing down the hallowed darkness Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate Black solstice
to hear you In a whisper quiet room Space the thinking, space to scream to But the echoes sound like you Not the stars at night, in a pitch black sky
, mystic and all star hero That the kids might find the place Who've been lost forever to papa and mama On their weekends out in space Now the sons they
: Pimpas' paradise Stephen Marley: that's all she was... Black Thought: Check it out! She keep her head up in space like a satellite
's all she was She rise and fall like a star, her life ride off like a car Her face full of all kind of scar, always with fist start a war She can't
I'm stubborn and I won't grow up But I think your all just used to having that ass tore up Yeah, your part of the disease in a government corrupt Toxic waste