This is a song about "The essence of time and space"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

The whole essence of this rap song

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Baby got that super bass

We're running out of space,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space