[Tech N9ne:] Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!) KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
[Craig Smith:] Ey, Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I ain't jus gonna blow up Im a star I got astronomers tryna get a close up Telescopes and cameras Rappers wanna use glamors But im gleamin from the planets, homie Mine is called Kansas City The cloud in my pocket's gotta rain on 'em Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed Everest You might as well say the boy is Himalayan I rent my rooms on the moon Mr. Smith is comin' soon The angels feedin' me cereal with a silver spoon My hair line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to LA is as long as a fan line I'm high as '08 gas prices My votes are twice as high as Obama's & I ain't gotta ask nice I'm high as Tech's tour bus The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun
[Hook:] I'm in the air High in the air Im in the air High in the air
[Nesto] Yeah Don't mean to brag but I froze my piece And I'm gettin higher then a nose bleed seat Don't bring her to my session, if your ho sees me She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB It's the owner and I'm very cool Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon Copy cat Like what I'm wearing dude? I'm so fly, I walk around with a parachute And even rappers lie too But I'm the only human with an astronaut suit See yo entire verse? Say that your iron squirt When you only shootin' in the air like fireworks (pussy) If suckas still on that hatin' shit I'll stuff 'em in a bag like potato chips I'll bend they ass up like a paper clip Tech, sign me and see how quick your paper flip
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[Tech N9ne:] (I ain't gotta intoduce myself yall know what it is)
Why call me underground when I rock the stars? And even they can't see me with a pair of binoculars My hip-hoppin gave a good side swipe to Mars One-Third an extinction hit, Which left the limelight Ajar You want your scripts to fly, Not in my solar system Cause I'll dismiss 'em like they wished to die Mack mother-nature and I ripped her, Why? Civilian ladies love me So bro, Excuse her while she kiss the sky Call me master More exalted than a priest, a pastor Blasphemy have me blast fags fast with Magma In the air like Dancer and Dasher High in the sky, Above all mountains off in Alaska Higher than a million heroin hits if it'll last ya Super-Celestial when everyone's stuck off in the pasture The wack, I will cast ya down Below those who get caught up in my Rapture Don't be callin me "dog" cause I want you to say it backwardsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
