[Rustage]
Keep holding tight. Look what's behind you.
Don't lose the fight till we go find you.
Don't stand alone; stick together like a flock.
I'm standing right outside the airlock.

I mean, lyrically, I'm something intense. I’ve got it fit, and
Written while I’m sitting in Britain, and spitting no sense.
I’ve been sent polar opposite opinions
Saying that my raps are shit, but my dominion’s

Impeccable. Wrecking every consecutive second,
And I be stepping up and wrecking it. Success is just
Heading up in a minute. I’ll be killing all the villains who are stealing
And chilling; earning a million billings, while I’ve got no winnings.

[Shwabidi]
Yo, callous rapping straight murder.
Shwabidi, the bar’s hard as steel girders.
We bossing, flossing. Representing Britain.
In a minute, I’ll hit it with spirit and I'm finna split it!

Yeah, cut this rap to one verse.
We'll still beat your arse harder than your wet nurse.
Worse... Illuminati confirmed. I'm spitting cold words.
Now feel the wrath that rappers incurred.

[Sickness]
My words still could make a solar flare stop,
Because I spit colder than a polar bear cough.
Regrow the hair knots. I totally can not!
It takes a certain crazy to be holed in the airlock.

You're born, then you'll get a beating till you're forlorn.
More storms headed your direction if you're war scarred.
Lord, Lorentz, you can't make decisions if you scored norm.
Doors form, only if you work like what I stored for it.

[Rustage]
Keep holding tight. Look what's behind you.
Don't lose the fight till we go find you.
Don't stand alone; stick together like a flock.
I'm standing right outside the airlock.

Sometimes, I’m spinning cause I can feel it.
Sometimes, it’s spinning like it’s a wheel. It’s
A crazy little idea that I've been fiddling
Little by little. Riddle me; this single is real shit!

I've been spending my life just like a tin can.
Oh man, my plans washed up by a bin, and
I shudder; mutter, “My other brother is under a nutter.
Another wannabe sucker would commit a sin, damn!”

[Rhyme Flow]
I hate to gas, cause you’re out of breath.
I hear they laugh, when you dance and fall out of step.
You feel a snicker and chuckle with every move you make.
Never understand that every step, is of who you made.

Ha. And I am proud of what you’re brewing, kid.
The nuance and the truth, that you’re doing to ruin this
Image that you’re helpless as hell, will make them stare and gawk.
Take a deep breath with us all outside the airlock.

[Niko]
When you look at the sky, you see diamonds at night.
The sight is something to behold, like when I look you in the eyes.
No going back, so come on and show me that
Locomotion that you’re constantly gloating and brag about.

Obviously showing off from the top to toe.
Ain’t no stopping the show, the brakes are broken.
The day’s awoken, and the time ticks their talk.
That’s the way we break outside the airlock!

[Rustage]
Keep holding tight. Look what's behind you.
Don't lose the fight till we go find you.
Don't stand alone; stick together like a flock.
I'm standing right outside the airlock.

[Rustage, Shwabidi, Rhyme Flow, & Niko]
I mean, lyrically, I'm something intense- Polar bear cough. Re-
Shwabidi, the bar’s as hard as steel gird-
When you look at the sky- ‘Ning Cause I can feel it-
I hate to gas, cause you're out of breath- Till we go find you-

Yo, callous- ‘Tain and spitting no sense-
‘Grow the hair knots. I- So come on and show me that-
I hear they laugh when you dance and fall out of step-
Outside the airlock.