"Space"
Written by: Tonedeff
Produced by: Deacon The Villain
©2001 QN5 Music (ASCAP)

There is space all around us/
Space that occupies the length of the sky from the ground up,
It abounds and astounds us/
Space that we just can’t wait to eliminate when we’ve found lust/
And the very thing we pray for when our mates are starting to hound us/
The sound of space silent, and breaking the speed of sound is violent/
But it’s necessary to crack the atmosphere to find it/
There’s Space between cars when you’ve sped in the streets that should never be breached or you’re dead and deceased/
There’s even space between Letterman’s teeth/
You’d better increase the space between us/
Cause personal space invaders get their gender planets switched from Mars to Venus/
Banished into uncharted regions, sandwiched between millenniums/
Challengers get brandished as wasted space like their perineum’s/
Space is at a premium, so guard your place/
It’s hard to take a harsher fate, than cats jacking your parking space/
Your car’s displaced, and I fit in where I can, and if you’re a guy/
Your petitioning women to fill up the space between their thighs/
And I’ve realized that space is what makes safer sex/
Relying on rubbers that won’t break or stretch, to place your bets/
I raise the question and most heads will take a guess/
Why? Cause most cats ain’t smart enough to be Astronauts, but make amazing Space Cadets/
I’m acing tests, cause I’m known perform with grace/
Scorching ‘em over breaks – my mind serves as my lyrical storage space/
I’ve scorched the bass drum, and I’ve spared snares when the board’s recording/
My big bang theory states that space got more suns than George Forman/
I’m tormenting rappers that are 2 faced cheaters/
Claiming their block is hot, but only with the power set to max on their space heaters/
The waste they feed us is alarming/
Their CDs are overpriced like living space in lower Manhattan apartments/
There’s space in a coffin, for your remains to be rotten/
Space that is made of stars, and space that’s contained in a carton/
Space in this game for those willing to suffer pain/
Space for a new thought to stuff in your brain/
(red)*But there’s no space in my FUCKING name/*