Rest In Peace... JD(JD)[echo]
We doin' this live from Brooklyn, via satellite
[Chorus:]
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
(yeah) You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you (alright) really like it, (look) you know you
You know you
[Verse 1:]
Man, I run up on you with karate chop
Got you fallin out your A-di-das screamin E-AHH-AHH
You ain't seen it 'til I rocked the spot
Watch the stars as I connect the dots
That's how it is player; that's the game, player
You'll see God as you gaze at an ash trayer
Don't hate the gun hate the shooter
Don't hate the sword, hate the swinger
Cause I'm something like a (phenom-e-non)
I hit you with a beam of light like (phenom-e-non)
I got a flow that'll probably (go on-and-on)
'Til the fat lady starts to (yawn-and-yawn)
Haha, so don't go there, you cannot hold air/AIRE
I will escape through the grips of your fist, ah
And that will be a stupid move on your part
And now you gotta live/leave with a limp
OK, let's separate the blues from the pink
I can break it down from A to Zinc
I can snatch your girl with just one wink
I think fat boy got game, don't you think?
[Chorus:]
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you(alright)
You know you
[Verse 2:]
You should crawl before you walk; you should think before you talk
That's the order!
Don't worry ma, she's coming home with me and I'm a be so nice to your daughter
Come on dude I perfected rap
You ain't did shit, you perfected crap
It's like we graduated and you left back
You wasn't shooting bullets, you shot craps
-Plus- you got robbed for that
You said he got a gun, where the target at?
I'm old school like a starter hat
You arm facts, I'm the -ormonand-, do the knowledge
Look dude(Look dude), I'm nice(ha)
'Cause I always beat the odds
I admit:I love the Suicide Girls but Lucifer has gotten me closer to God
You wanna see me-that's a facade
Shorta difficult; maybe hard
My flow's cold like a St. Bernard
If this was a casino I'll pull your card
I'll pull your card
I'll pull your card
[Chorus: x2]
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
You know you really like it, you know you
Look mom no hands!
Look mom no hands!
I think I'm going to Disney World after this one
I got the style that amazes
Too many phrases
You think I'm weeded up I'm on lasers
Huh yeah Cannibal Ox yo!
(You gets no love from me)
There's tow things you should know
I had a ill life so I got a ill flow
But you already knew that
Like the third movie of the Matrix was gonna be whack
Well it ain't like I didn't care
But the Oracle said, "spend my money elsewhere."
Walk with my like one third of a rocks
But talk to me like on half of an ox
Wearin the same clothes In a vein cold
Poppa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat it became his home
Moms was coked up it became the poem
Give me two strikes and I'm gone with the wind
I know piranha rap niggaz that'd eat you thin
And All I gotta say is when because..
(You gets no love from me)
You can throw me out the window and I'll land on my feet
If he's steppin with me then we keep it discreet
(You gets no love from me)
You could toss me out the window and I'll land on my feet nigga
Shit.. I got the style that amazes
Too many phrases
You think I'm weeded up I'm on lasers
Yeah I know jujitsu
I'll hit you with the divine secrets of ya! ya!
Coming through with the rah rah
Bumpin cats while they rollin up they la la
This is that backyard boogie
I'll be at the podium and niggaz want to chew me?
I'll be at the cipher, nigga salute me
I'm fly like Woodstock you crawl like Snoopy
I been doing this since 10 years old
And ever since then you wouldn't leave me alone
Talk to the machine when I'm home on the bone
Cause she caught my first album and digs my cologne
Give me two takes and I'm gone with the wind
I know piranha rap niggaz that'll eat you.. thin
And all I gotta say is when because..
(You gets no love from me)
You can throw me out the window and I'll land on my feet
If he's steppin with me then we keep it discreet
(You gets no love from me)
You could toss me out the window and I'll land on my feet nigga
Shit.. I got the style that amazes
Too many phrases
You think I'm weeded up I'm on lasers
Ok there's 28 grams in an ounce
That means... I can get my mom a new blouse
And that means... I can get my girl a new house
You could die like a rat get trapped like a mouse
Ok there's 28 grams in an ounce
So that means.. You ain't gonna make it up town
And that means.. the Brooklyn boys are playin you
And hang you like the Ku Klux and leave 'em with no nuts
I guess that's go fish
I'm swimmin upstream you go with the current
That's why I'm at peace and life and I do what I do
And you do what's current
Shit, who broke the street to your radio?
Now you coming out of your mouth
But I'm on the white faces as soon as they pout
And walk on water just as soon as they doubt nigga
I'm hear to change the level boom
If you didn't sell records you ain't packin the room
So this means you should rhyme first
Till you pay your dues rap hurts
Give me two takes and I'm gone with the wind
I know piranha rap niggaz that'll eat you thin
And all I gotta say is when because..
(You gets no love from me)
You could throw me out the window and I'll land on my feat
If he's steppin with me then we keep it discreet
(you gets no love from me)
You could throw me out the window and I'll land on my feat
I got the style that amazes
Too many phrases
You think I'm weeded up I'm on lasers
And I'll land on my feet
I got the style that amazes
Too many phrases
You think I'm weeded up I'm on lasers
[Chorus: x2]
The same motion, that moves the hip
Has the same efect on dominoes when tipped
I got two forty-five cents embedded
And I won't hesitate to leave your crew shredded
[Verse]
The name, is Vas Kramer
We been rhymin' since playn' hopscotch on top of the earth's surface
If you can't perform a sentence you're worthless
Put your hands up in the back, if you heard this
Yo hipster throw a scratch
To cover my phsyical you need six feet of tape like IMAX
So you can get the clear picture
I'm old school with new thoughts and open wounds, pour salt!
Can Ox is dirtier than a mudslide
And if you get caught, you might die
Let's let the sky decide
The speed is still right
After the Titans colide
Freestyles caught in my head
Starch in my head
Leave you with shreds
You wanna contest a dread
It's magnetic
like live poets metal hands on top of my nuts that's pathetic
If you heard it, then I said it
When it rains it pours don't wet it
Man, you know what I'm saying?
[Chorus]
[Verse]
There's only a billion prophocies, one of them's gotta set it
And only two MC's, and one of them's beheaded
Now you leaving the cypher retarded
As if you got caught, it's something you started
clean this shit up! Like whatchamacallit
I see the sea just parted
And Air Vast just called it
Man, you ain't half as tight
I can bend any substance, that's metal nightlight
I can break any rule that's slavery type
I'm awful, we take no shit, that's the form we like
Adam's fam
You wanna fight styles, we got t-shirts that say we cut hands
Son we'll take both of 'em, the first time
So you can't play even play the wind chime
Or the piano, jazz or classical
I'm Vast Aire I might rip out your clavicle
Psh, then it's over
It's like that, I'm in the air, with Jehovah
Or in a, Range Rover
Or maybe in the sky holding onto the tail of a star nova
This is not a love song. Naa.
[Verse 1:]
I had a crush on Tawanda she went to IS230
Figure eight she was so curvy
Had an arch in her back with mad jewelery
Every Neanderthal wanted that cutie
Good complexion not too thin
She got the baddest trim
I ain't talking about her hair cut
She worked at my man's job
She made 11th grader's wanna cradle rob
She got the sweet potato, I got the corn on the cob
Tuck your shirt in she don't take no slobs
If you saw her smile, she had a bad attitude and a wicked profile
Gorgeous face and a nice style, it make you say "Damn you can have my child"
Got me thinking all this is worth my while
With my head in the clouds screaming loud
[Chorus:]
I got a love Jones, for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
So you can sit by the throne [x2]
[Verse 2:]
She looked good in the winter, better in the summer
I met her at the bus stop, she gave me her number
Sometimes we would go out and then slumber
She me yours, I'll show you mine (She lift up her sweater)
Back then no girl could do better
I really dug Karen, or was it Annetta
Or was it Vanessa, Stacey or Tracie
I didn't like Jessica, she was too spacey
Mia's got attitude, Janice got her tittie out
Missy's gay, Via's got her ass out
But Melissa's on the bed drinking wine
Don't hate on me Pa, I got pimp designs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag getting crushed by the empire states
Come on baby why wait
Let's make whoopee today
I'm a Frankenstein valentine (how's that)
Caus I can separate my heart from my mind
You were to emotional and then about 3 seconds I'm about to go postal
In other words, crazy nigga with a gun
I got a crush on you but you ain't the one
She was using sex as a weapon
Her aim was precise it kept me guessing
It kept me stepping
I was on my toes until I learnt my lesson
My man tried to tell me I was slippin (slippin man)
I ain't even no I was trippin
But this is not a love song
Well, maybe it is
Maybe I'm frontin
Why don't you pull my card
If the deuce is wild, I'll let down my guard
[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
Gimme two takes and I'm gone with the wind
I know piranha rap niggas that'll eat you thin
Which means their flow is sin
You better learn how to swim
So chill out Hero
I move my blade like Beatrix Kiddo
With the illest of Haiku riddles
On top of a mountain, playin a fiddle
You don't really wanna dance you just dabble...
Yo...
You are not the better man
Like wacko Jack-O ain't Peter Pan
Actin like you ain't nervous
Now that's a True Lie like Jamie Lee Curtis
You backwards like sock on shoe
Don't let me catch you where they rendezvous
You got you your own shit that means God blessed you
But that means I don't gotta like you!
Son, the God's spit spiteful...
C'mon dude I was born to rap
When delivered I had a rhyme and the doctors clapped
The nurse beatboxed
Harmonizing while the cradle rocked
You got problems let me know
Shit I got your back like C3PO
You thought rap was dead
Nah, you was on Prozac it's all in your head
(It's all in your head...)
[Hook:]
So take two of these but don't call me
In the morning cause I'll be snoring
In the city or somewhere touring
Next to a cutie I'm wakin up yawnin
I guess I was blessed with the callin
I keep soaring, you keep falling
And if it was up to me?
We would just all evolve just like Darwin
You need to quit stallin
[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
Sorry kid, you got overpaid
I know some hungry ass cats and they're on their way
We like girls with Oil of Olay
No sausage hhere we like fish fillet
And I don't need no one behind me
I do my dirt all by my lonely... HOMEY
I used to listen to gangsters with jheri curls
And make cheese sandwiches with no frills
My favorite groups was EPMD
PE on TV? Now that's therapy
I came up in the streets, you came up
In a Smurf village; there is no comparison
And if this was the search for the Holy Grail
You besta believe I'm Harrison
Ford. The whip is the mic cord
With an invisible string if I drop sword
You put that together
We can do this to a beat or go accapella
[Intro: Timbo King (Prodigal Sunn) {Byata}]
Yeah, get my voice, get the clarity (Sunzini the flame)
{Let me drop a little something hot, what?} Yeah
(Yo turn my vocals up son) {Yeah, turn my voice up}
Brooklyn, Bo King... yeah... {All my Russians come on}
I gotta pull out the guitar on this one.
[Vast Aire]
I'm Vast Aire... I'm like Ali, better yet Joe Louis
I will push my hands through you, I don't need bullets
Show me the signal, let's flow
I be outside with 30 niggaz ready to go
We shine when we rhyme, so I'm, ready to glow
I liked to helm shows, I'm ready to sow
Pass me the needle, you get the cloth
Kunta'll get the thread, and we'll all break bread
This is the true birth of a prince
When I die, this song will be a footprint
I be back with the essence in an instant
I heard about Ason, and burnt an incense
Life's ill, don't get it pretzled
I can't show you, but I'll leave a stencil
I'm talking about what matters, not figures
I'm pointing at the moon, and you looking at my finger
[Byata]
Come correct me, and I really give a fuck
Who won't accept me, you see?
I gotta do this for the underground, broke it down
Coney Isle, BK to Uptown, yeah, they gonna know me now
I'm up in the kitchen cooking up some hot shit
Ask your boy Raekwon, he gonna tell you how I spit
Yeah, Byata live it, it's a hustle every day
I'm on the grind, try'nna see this, milion' kay-vay
But I stay shining, catch me when I'm up in the scene
Rocking the cell plus roots, now your delf, ya silk screens
Yeah, gorilla style, don't make me have to wild out
With the, surrealer, for realer, clap you, and come tell bout
Making moves, paying dues on the evening news
The Russian lifestyle, bitches, we let them lose
Now give me another blast of that green
Til I get open and I'm nasty with the sixteen
They don't even know what's coming
Til them got them rubbing off the rooster
Chick from C.I., to Brighten Beach, yea, we Russian sick
What? Yeah, we Russian sick, uh, yeah, the chick is sick
[Timbo King]
I'm Young Abraham, in front of the projects puffing
If I, honor myself, then my honor is nothing
Even a spirit of evil, in the veins of a junkie
Pay peanuts and you get monkeys
Honkey see, honkey do, yeah, Yacub the foul serpent
Amongst crack dealers, street merchants, Bo King
Yeah, flows from out of my mouth
Up North, Down South, yeah, I'm never without
Extra heat, on some black burner, semi assault
Buccaneer, yeah I'm bucking near holes in your port
Cuz, you ain't bustin' nothing, that's studio edits
Who doing the shooting, your engineer, get all the credit
So while you busting shots in a four hour session
I'll be aiming at cops in the name of oppression
Mack one to the second power, clap off end
I can hit anything up close or far away
Spray lead at the governor's head, cuz he don't wanna
Break bread with the slaves that never been fed
[Prodigal Sunn]
One for my son's money, two for the show
Three, I gets busy, four; I'm out the door, bro
Five, the click get live, the Sunn don't die
Blaze that haze in the East, that purple gush on the Westside
Tech vests with the metal slides, from rebel Bedstuy
I do or die, high and on the ride
This revolution will be televised, through mics, I'm mesmerized
Sight spies, small fries, living lies
Destined to flame, will get you blowned out the fucking frame
I don't bang, but I will let that evil reign
Never catch me tucking the chain, I'm gutter grain
That's word to mutha, main, sustained in this fucking game
Yeah, he shines like aluminum foil, make the mic boil
Ladies and gentleman, introducing, I'm loyal
Blood lines royal, hood raised never spoiled
I'm quick to bury a snake, Jake, breathe the soil
Twist that backwood berry croyal
Taste the green as it broil, and watch it burn like oil
That independent who stays major, rule one, about my paper
It all started on the block with small cash capers
A force of nature, my moms and pops ain't no glass makers
And if I see you on some shit; I'm a fair shaker
I let it out like Sharon Vegas, serving traitors
Camouflage!
The shadow!
We in the darkness!
The dragon snatches the pearl!
Hey man, you want a sip?
I got the cup of knowledge
Rinse but don't... spit
Ebonics, burnin, that's the shit
And that girl by the bar with the waistline
Shakin her hips (okay!!)
This is the last crusade, I might
Fix your edge up when I juggle my blade (whoa!)
My hydro's hidden believes
My swordstyle's hidden believes
There's no honor with thieves
That's why you keep that Great Adventure bat up the sleeve
You know the one that fits the forearm
When the 5-0 hit the block, you walk calm
Like "I ain't do it!"
"But you've been cutting school all day!"
You're damn right I'm truant
All emcees repeat after me
Or you can catch a gasface fuckin with V
A-S-T A to the I to the R and the E
So syllable free
Therefore you ain't the King like Coretta
Man, I defeated you with eight letters
So imagine if I formed a sentence
You wouldn't even be here
You'd be past tense
And that's how it goes
"Oh she took all your money?"
Oh that's how she hoes
It started with Eve in the garden
The devil gave her the fruit, 'cause Adam was starving (haha!)
Even if the steel is stainless
It'll leave shoes shoes bloody if your man is brainless
Don't move, think twice
Count to ten, be nice
Even if the steel is stainless
It'll leave your shoes shoes bloody if your man is brainless
Don't move, think twice
Count to ten, be nice
Symbolizin that the war is won
The Indian chief'll greet the sun
Then bear witness to the dark
Then the tribe'll do the dance of the hawk
When will you learn?
Man I smoke so much you can have my turn
And I rap so much you won't get no burn
"He ice-grillin you son!" I am not concerned
Phoenix wing torch sky that's the purpose (that's the purpose!)
You got a fake smell and you're worthless
When I cut you in the street you'll be nervous
Holdin your cell phone askin for service
Even if the steel is stainless
It'll leave shoes bloody if your man is brainless
Don't move, think twice
Count to ten, be nice
Even if the steel is stainless
It'll leave your shoes shoes bloody if your man is brainless
Don't move, think twice
Count to ten, be nice
Superhero mutherfuckers is it Lois?
It's funny how they brought Trinity back like Lois
I guess Clark and Neo wasn't havin that
I know you want world peace
Well peace is where the titties at
Uh huh, I know you might like it
But the majority rules, and I think they like it
Yeeeah, plus I'm good with the girls
I tell em when they like me and they call me psychic
Yeeeah, no love for dumb chicks
How you gonna be my sidekick, dizzy and shit?
Can't be my Suzuki, save it for show
You're the neighborhood garden tool
And everybody knows ("I ain't no hoe!")
That Aire got flows, niggaz'll
Bite styles til they got no soul
Niggaz'll think they smoking til they like the dro
You know what I'm saying?
Just got out the bed and shit
You know what I mean
All these crab ass cats
Coming up in my face
Splitith, rap smithith I'm serious
I'm serious
I'm Vast Aire
You just a midget
Check it out
One two
I run through walls that are brick or cement
I'm Vast Aire, that ain't a dimple in your face
It's a dent!
Yo, bring it back, I'm wildin'
It's like, it's Vast Aire
I'll break you down
To your various compound
I am above sound
Yo, I'm Vast Aire
That's just one
Vast Aire
You ain't nobody
And when I'm done with this rhyme, you'll have no body
Telephone rings and
Vast still sings
Let's cut down the pre heater (?) space down to two inches
Son, it's pitch black outside and we got them squinting
I'm on the mound with snot on the ball
You ain't hitting
A spoon plus a tunnel equals me
Out of San Quentin
Sending postcards from the edge of my sanity
With my face on the stamp rep'ing vanity
So we write rhymes write right and on the left
Opportunity was like fuck knocking
I'll pick the lock
The coroner saw the tooth
Stuck in your jugular
With his cornea, motherfucker, with his cornea
Yo, fuck these internet kids with comments
Raps are flawless
Like when you don't get knocked out
You're on the floor less
So, I suggest
Take four Thai chicks to compress the chest
'cos in the long haul
It's your ass getting hauled off the stage
Thoughts off the page
Crack cranium rage
I don't care if you don't like me
I've got this rap shit on lock
Damage the psyche
One fifteen, lyrics avenue, crack
I came up on the Eliss blocks, like all I find I keep, from your head to your socks
This is New York city, you can knock 5 buildings down and we show no pity
Life is shitty, corners is greedy and you mad cause you're caught in the cheese line committee
Id rather be smoking corn and I gotta get mad off for starting barns
Word is spawn, don't make me have to get to I know dudes that will go the yard
Break the law, talk shit and then break your jaw
You ain't never seen this kind before
I'm a hustler, you're a dinosaur, give me an inch and I'm gonna take more
I want it all, from the ground to the ocean floor
I don't care, but to think of me
Broklyn, Queens
I don't care, I don't care, but to think of me
South side, I don't care
Yo, it's the oj from the to fuck around with my guns in New York nigger hop on and off train
Live a hard not lifestyle, fuck the
Cause my law got me covered in both ways
I beat down to Franklyn, I hang in the hallways
Real hip hop for life, just guns and ball play
Nigger I don't care no more, my suns is going
If the car walk laid back ocean spray
Gun and talk ratchet, do back flips, pure blackness
He survived every day, eating shit like catfish, fucked every ass now
Ask me if I give a damn, I'll pop you in the head like him
I'm hitting a homerun on your field of dreams
None of you lames could strike out my team
I'm a Bronx former like Babe Ruth
When he used to point his finger I like a marine sniper
And I'm quick eye out like Cooper
It's sort of like looking for gold,
And I won't hesitate to put you in a sleeper hold
Watch his head shrink, this whole world is about to end
Who cares what he thinks? The target is don't let me see
Hes acting funny
I never get caught, I never take shorts, I'm here, gone a piano
Pappy, wardrobe king, Wu Tang Clan
I don't care, I don't care what you think of me
I don't care, what you think of me
[Intro: Vast Aire]
Deuces wild, I'm callin the shots
[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
You don't wanna wake up
With a horse head at the end of your bed
That shits pathetic
I will bite your face you'll just stand there
Holding your nose crying for antiseptic
You better step quick the crew is LXG
And we are bout it
Kids your mic should be off
If she's feeling me her pants will be off
The cycle of sin is Sampsora
But it's hard to resist the Carmasutra
I treat MCs like Naomi
And hit em in the head with a Molla-Rolla
Just like I told ya
With a sword in my hand I'm like a soldier
But this ain't no game this ain't no scrimmage
Let us make man in our image
[Verse 2: Genesis]
I am what was and shall be again
Full name is Genesis now call me Gen
Foes called me enemy now call me friend
My flow got white supremacists tryna darken their skin
You couldn't call a better man veteran
Who thinks that they can hang with Letterman
But if your gonna bang with me nigga you better win
Caus I'm like predator I want like a competitive skeleton
Still you be hard-pressed like a star dress
To approach this heartless nigga in the darkness
Regardless of your boys and their bullet proof vests
My back was against the wall I fought best
Then I fought stress inside the fortress of solitude
Like Clark Kent in a dark bent
Spent nights like life can't be like this
Like Eddie Cane let it rain on nights like this
Nice pain is he vain
Nope I'm just rich obnoxious bitch
Mad caus I got this gift
My glock if swift
Just beggin it's loaded with clips
The glow from the wrist
It caught the sun the solar eclipse
In matter of respect, kids nice hand em a check
I get brains on the planes like Hannibal Lec
And I could shoot like Rashid Wilis hand me a tech
My gats too mechanical now watch an animal wreck
[Verse 3: Vast Aire]
This is real hip hop holmes you don't need Sherlock
You could keep your chicken noodle and your soda pop
I see you laughing now but it won't be funny when I spin your top
He tried to say I ain't fly
Come on dude look at the space I occupy
Now that's about six feet
And with my wings spread you better watch my leap
The angelic sorta like Michael
When we fight your gonna get an eyeful
That means we don't give slack
You better leave Gamura and don't look back
Look at your face white like talcum
Because you saw the Phoenix Millennium Flacon
I want peace like the king but my actions are more like Malcolm
Yeah, what, Vast Aire,; Shell Shock..
It's that gravy, you know what I'm saying?
This goes out to my beloved Family of Atoms
(That's my word, I love them)
This goes out the Indelible MC's - you know they STAY unmovable
This goes out to Bay of Pigs Hail rock
Power Kingdom, last but not least
Golden Money Clan, You know T-1, a.k.a. Shell Shock, c'mon
And I'm Vast Aire - 'nuff said
Now, let us build upon this issue
If the Highway to Heaven is narrow, then sinners acts as fat tissue
And as one can see, I have no space!
But I remain on the positive scale-weight of the galaxy
What, you wanna fix fallacy?
You can run around the world twice chasin' chastity
What in the Hell possessed you? Don't you know I m Cannibal?
That means when I'm rhyming that I get down to the bone gristle
I start lickin' my fingertips in the cipher
See, naturally, I'm higher than
That's right, above any (any) homegrown
THC Herbal[???]provider
But that's beside the point
Tell me who's gonna hold the weight?
I can't wait any longer
I'm ready to hold plates with Jehovah
Using Neptune's fork, telling Zeus to move over
I'm here before dinner
Clearing the Periodic Table of Elements off
Then I'm supplying a tablecloth
Yo, you can catch me, analog mic hog
I can't feel rhythms without cholesterol
After all, you must learn to
Examine the appetite
Within the nuclei
Within the presence of the omnivore's eye
That is I
And when sunlight shines off my throat
We call it the solarflex larynx lorax smoke
For the trees
This is real life, and I'm Vast Aire
I usually speak for calories[???]
Skinny MC's trying to start somethin'
Bulimic MC's trying to throw something up
I can fondle around the outskirts of diets
A donut at midnight ain't nuttin'
I'm a glutton!
Now let's build upon this issue
If the Highway to Heaven is narrow, then sinners acts as fat tissue
And as one can see, I have no space!
But I remain on the positive scale-weight of the galaxy
What' you wanna fix fallacy?
You can run around the world twice chasin' chastity
And all that - you nah'mean?
It's T-1 and Vast Aire
The bassline is like biscuits and gravy, nah'mean?
Yo I'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC
I'm not a hard MC - I'm Vast Aire
I'm not a hard MC - I'm difficult
I'll stand up brewin' hot pots of piety hip-hop
The gluttony inside of me won't stop
Yo, it won't stop
If you can't have your cake and eat it, you never had it
Anyway, plus it ain't even your birthday gimme that!
Now you cramped up my flow has that ability
You should have waited 30 minutes to press play
Oh, you'e a fad MC? Well if you don't say
You grab at the mic, and all I see is a ribcage
Vast is the vitamin MC you never believed in
So I vanished you, due to malnutrition
MCs are too bloated
Thought they were fat but they only retained water
You know them the sluggish type, they get led to the slaughter
Is you fugeze?
The Ethiopians praise me
The Black god chubby thoughts and a chubby belly
You feelin me? (YEAH!) You feelin me? (YEAH!)
Do you wanna hear a little more? (HELL YEAH!)
The beautiful balance of life
You don't want me to sit on the other end of the see-saw
'Cause you're afraid you might see more
You might see more
T-1, he up on it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, I'm Vast Aire I been on it
Vordul, he up in here... uh, what?
Uh ha.
We make regular music
What goes up must come down
Sorta like balloons when you let go of them
Jealous ones wanna knock my style
Put a whole in your head and let out the helium
I came up with cats who didn't give two shits
We grew up in the projects with elevator piss
Dad ain't there mums is cranky
That's why she comes home yells and spanks me
This shit ain't cotton candy and if it is the taste is shady
Be all you can be but this ain't the army
You will get tossed it will not be gravy
New York (Zoo York)
I'm in uptown baby now I rest in Brooklyn this city is crazy
Buildings fall down that's friction homie
Elevate your camp with a bunch of shinobi
I'm not lying (I'm not lying)
I could form a sword like red and green lion
Knowledge is grand like a G in my hand
I'm a hustler but I don't cook coke in a pan
You know
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
Uh huh
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
What goes up must come down
Sorta like balloons when you let go of them
Jealous ones wanna knock my style
Put a whole in your head and let out he helium
And that wouldn't be cool if you called my name
Caus you be soft like video games
Same shit different day new traulet
You got a card on the table I might pull it
Texas Holdem watch me fold em'
Off the wall but my skin ain't turned white
You just entered the chamber of a thousand falls
Shit we gon' be here all night
Peace to Metro he gave me the insight
Me blessing the mic that's my birth right
Styles so I'll it'll turn rocks to sand
Come a little closer I'll show you unseen hands
Son we on our own Pig Latin
We be on some Infè Kinpè
Now everybody sounds like Jay
And everybody loves moving to purple and yay
[Chorus:]
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
Uh huh
[Vast Aire]
One three five
I'm screaming in your face but you dont hear me tho
Gun shed, Rainbow, Harlem Nights
Where's my niggas at?
Smack you in your face, you crazy?
Y'all need to leave that crack alone
Leave that crack alone
Leave that crack alone
Leave that crack alone
I can't hear you
[Verse 1]
Y'all niggas is bitch like
cant talk your way out cant even fist fight
I think you pressed your luck
you better watch yourself the lottery's up
Two more cheers then we tip the cup
we ending carrers tonight, thats whats up
Whats up Eso, yea I called you out
its only matters of time before the bitch use out
And it's only matters of time till your teeth fall out
When you ran back home you lost your clout, Gimme that
You shoulda never started shit
now your in the corner with a bandage kit
Plus I know your jelouse of Lif
thats why he bounced on y'all, y'all 'aint doing it
He got with some real cats, thats true to this
Now your all black-listed, your ruined it
[Chorus x2]
I'm a knock y'all down a level
Sort of like when Micheal cast down the devil
Sort of like when the earth gets reduced to a peble
Sort of like when the goverment defeats the rebel
[Verse 2]
I was there when you begged El to sign you
He knew Ox was gonna blow so he didn't sign you
Wooo, I guess the secrets out
Mommy they won't play with us, then go in the house
Play time's over, close your mouth
Do all your chores and then you go out
The closet, and I think its a walk-in
With 7L behind you and he 'aint even talking
I heared your beats on ten, they 'aint even thumping
Cry now cuase your castles crumbling
And if you heared Dirty Mag, you know they fronting
You think we care what you did eight years ago
oh you were on tour with them and so and so
Weathermen, we running this shit
Likliest one in the chamber and you running your shit
What the fuck
[Chorus x3]
(Intro) This flow is ill, this flow is ill right here Adams Fam
[Vast Aire]
You better watch my blade, speak the truth I bring the pain like Method Better yet a wisdom tooth You been miseducated, your style's outdated You need to regroup, I'ma rap cyclone I'm tired of clones You better get ten feet away, one size own Flip 'em the bird, flesh from the chrome You got three feet of space and I'll crack ya dome Six minutes, Vast Aire is on And the party don't stop till we see daylight That's about six a.m. When you falling out the bar with ya next of kin Where should we begin I got the yac, he brought the gin Now I'm seeing intruders like the Gods of crimson Style's so sick, you need tea with lemon (Hook) 2x This is that Lunch Room Rap that the b-boy's holla It ain't about money cuz we all make dollars Ain't about money cuz we all make dollars Ain't about money; ain't about money
[Vast Aire]
Yes sir! I leave men with no air I dare you to step up unprepared My lecture's sharp like nades of spare Shrink a few heads make 'em disappear Sons of Joel, you better kneel before Zod Before I show you the wrath of God I brush my teeth with a lightning rod I can pop-n-lock in my Izod My favorite rapper was Todd Smith Till his head got gassed and he lost his shit If you step up to me you better step legite I'll hold you to the light like you conterfeit Huh-eh, cuz I'm R A W The 'R' stands for 'Run' thru you (Sha-boo-ku) The 'A' is 'Allah's' virtue The 'W' is a 'Wide' circle Don't make me hurt you (Hook) 2x
[Vast Aire]
This is that Lunch Room Rap, don't get smacked There's ten more of us in here how you like that? You can leave with ya face sour I'll snap my fingers so you'll know I-got-the-power! Who's that? Ya crew's wack I guess Cinderella wants her slipper back This is what happens when bears attack Plus I got more ho's then a Thunder
I am the weirdest; I am the norm
I am the vortex; the Eye of the Storm
I was here before man was scorned
I was here before man was torn
If I could finish the rhyme
I would run around in space and wrap up time
And dwell the Neturei
Even if you got led I can see thru you
The path is spiritual insight
Then I cry out like Isyss then take flight
And at night I'm so in tuned
I might act stupid if I look at the moon
I'm like a Dog-faced baboon
I'll put your heart in a scale with the feather of Mach
And I don't gotta guess that I'm hot
And you don't gotta guess that I rock the spot
So become the hawk, become the kite
One becomes the speech, the other the sight
I use to outdo cats like you on my lunch period
Then converse with the burning bush about a period
Yo become the speed, become the mic
One will run while the other's in flight
I use to outdo cats like you on my lunch period
Then converse with the burning bush about a period
The understanding of wisdom is silence
But the true essence of God is balance
You can get lost like Alice
In a Wonderland puffing on a chalice
LXG - we cause malice
When I grab comics I get a callus
You was pleasing her I doubt it
This is why she's praising the phallus
I knew she was good I ain't know she was that bad
I died and she stood there and fought with a Nile crab
When I speak I'm dope like opium
Ya arms are too short to touch the podium
So just listen to me sing
I'm like Michael and you're the horse with waxed wings
I'm loving her, she's my Queen
a real country bumpkin
Get up off his property
Fuzzy Lumpkins
Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin'
When he's on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin'
Town village nympho, now it's all his, though
The way she got down was far from privileged
Break up to make up
wake up and smell the indo
Just from how she liked to show her belly button window
Couldn't tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega
Test tube elves with the lid, Garcia y Vega
His tongue is like a sword that's mighty like a pen
And you ain't seen nothin' like The Mighty Quinn
Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand
People's catchin' feelings like it's Making of the Band
Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans
When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands
Chances are
, he'll lose the battle and the war
Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an ore
Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks
Would have camped through the game
And? named ducks? off buku bucks
Metal Fingers
, fix the beat with fire water
I advise all fathers to watch they daughters
It's goin' down tonight
We got monster's in the club, and they ready to fight
Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water
I advise all fathers to watch they daughters
You know we keep tricks up the sleeve
Comin through with the justice league [?]
I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat
BMX got your guns, old folks got soap
Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley
Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap
I came up with cats, who never be smilin'
I called DOOM he sent me in on Monsta Island
Where the girls look good
And them MC's be whilin'
You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin'
Little J holdin' hands with the Baroness
Storm Shadow and Snake eyes ain't got nothin' on this
I got them Go Go Gadgets
So when the cobra come through the floor
I'm puttin' snakes in baskets
We rhyme and do our thang
He's like Stimey from Our Gang
Ta Twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG
I don't think you want to know
And want me to, I'll tell you
But then I'd have to kill you
It's like a Grilled Cheese sammich
Gotta bring the butter or the bread'll get damaged
Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire
If you ask nicely, and bring a glass
We'll share the last beer, here
the Cold Vein
Doomsday
, we don't need no pop
REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops
All you see is red, black, and green
Know I'm down for my team
They killed Radio Raheem!
Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam?
Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams
Now this rap shit ain't all that it seems
(Yo son, Willie Dynamite said 'He wanna hit you son')
Oh nah, he don't want it with me
Oh nah, shit, I'll bring the Earth, Wind & the Fire
When God made rap, he came to me
He said 'What you wanna do?'
This ain't Parker Lewis but you gon' lose
Cuz I can do karate in platform shoes
Hold your breath till your face turns blue
I'm like Dolemite mixed with Doctor Who
With a little bit of Sonny Chiba
I like to smoke cheeba and keep a fly bird
Then I tie my sneaker
You need to keep ya mouth zipped
If this was pre-school, I got the Cheese Nips
I seen Popeye get done in (Uh-huh)
Survival of the fittest, we will eat yo spinach
I think Olive Oyl tried to mix in
Her ass got broke cuz she was too thin
Did she have a chance? I don't think so
Call Pink Panther - Inspector Clouseau
Let's get 'em for info, see what he knows
And watch the face of grown Pinocchio
No'm'sain, so I ran up there, we hopped in the car
It was like six of us deep, we wasn't having it
I went straight to that nigga's club
Hell up in Harlem uptown Saturday night
Foxy Brown and Claudine had a fight
And even though it was awful
It got a little worse once they jumped Sparkle
Black Caesar fell out the wagon
But he can switch his hand like Into the Dragon
Superfly running shit like a gentleman
Cleopatra Jones smacked Lady Heroin
Bad Ass got mad cuz he lost his hat
That dude's a bad mutha - stop that!
Back flipped her, rocked her world
And then he went for Cornbread Earl
He choked him out, had him in a headlock
We was like 'What Judo does he got?'
You know my style is Bulletproof
Like Clark Kent when he slips out of the phone booth
Yo it was crazy dawg, yo chairs was thrown everywhere
Tables was flipping, I was like let's get the hell out of here
We had to bounce - we did the Hollywood Shuffle
I kissed my girl; she was like 'I love you'
Checking my body for scars
That's when me and my brother saw the Drug Czar
It was Willie Dynamite
He just left the fight
He was like 'It wasn't me, I was here all night'
Then he pulled out, and he shot my brother
(Intro)
Holy vanilla blunts it's Vast-Man
The Jokers kidnapped Hip-Hop
What's you gon' do?
(Hook) Vast Aire
Nigga please, you is sucka emcee
I'm VAST-MAAAAN
Me and my crew is running the streets fo'real
VAST-MAAAAN
Hip-Hop is Dead it looks like a job for...
VAST-MAAAAN
LXG is the family and I'm...
VAST-MAAAAN
[Geechi Suede]
Remember in Nikes to the Batmobiles
We burning with the gamma ray lasers, electric eels
Caped Crusaders falling from off glaciers
Landing under water then shooting micro-lasers
All we do is make the facility melt
Number one villian that's felt
Pull up the utility belt
It went - *boom-blam-zoom-zap*
Crash the canvas with the cobras hissing at the bottom of my straps
Leap buildings, fly flying saucers
Dissolving inside the forrest when the radar lost us
Torpedo glare thru the Vast Aire
With the cashmere, cat burglar blast from last year
Super hero DeNiro, Beretta Bronson
Keep Wonder Woman on her knees getting Johnson
Vaporize them costume kit and disguise
I'ma have to detach 'em from life with the shake equalizer
(Hook) Vast Aire
[Vast Aire]
Life's a card game of the illest poker
And I ain't gonna fold until I get the Joker
A Dark Knight like Bram Stoker
And when I see the Catwoman, I'ma stroke her
And tell Super Boy he's a super toy
I'm Theodore Wayne the real McCoy
It's a bird, it's a plane!
No it's Lois Lane giving me brains
She game to Gotham to write a story
I told her 'Put the pen down, show me the panties'
Peter Parker can't do shit to me
I'm Vast Man with a capital V
But to my avail there was Vicki Vale
Tryna seduce me
Doing the Vast twosie
I told her to slow down
She wanted to sleep like a bat upside down
Well, I can arrange that
And that's when the Riddler started to clown
He was like 'It's my time'
But the crowd didn't know I co-wrote his rhymes
The Green Hornet is always smoking me out
But I keep my space cuz he's a Two-Face
I'm smacking the Penguin when he gets greedy
Just flash LXG when you need me
(Hook) Vast Aire
(Outro)
Will the Dynamic Duo triumph over the Jokers evil
Will Cat Woman finally give Vast-Man the panties?
My girl's leg is an M-16
And when we make love her face is mean
She likes to scream when I touch her there
She likes it rough so I pull her hair
My so called 'Life' - sex, drugs, rock & roll
I walk the bridge, I paid the toll
And let's not forget a diamond is just a coal
But the process will break the mold
They say the ghetto was era (C'mon!)
To see the shit I've seen you gotta go to Planet Terror
Even my car's Death Proof
And when I'm at the red-light I dust 'em off like POOF!
We moving on up like The Jefferson's
Cuz I can change an airplane into a starship
I know you dig my style like my ancestors with the magic carpet
Oh I'm so up on it, I killed Caido and then the Brown Hornet
This is the Grindhouse where we grind out
This dude's talking shit lemme find out
I'm like leatherface when I wild out
I'll put 'em in a hole he won't climb out
You just a sucka emcee with a colorful name
When it rains it pours, you can't contain
Them Hot Boyz is out, watch the flame
Word on the street is they ain't feeling you man
You better get that ship ready to set sail
And lead them kids Waiting to Exhale
I do all the work so I'mma get my cut
And keep a chicken, a bikini like Jabba the Hutt
I'll cut ya hand off like Luke I am ya father
But this ain't Cloud City
Its roaches and rats, project, gritty
Yeah, where cats act shady
And we're the illest kids who grew up in the 80's
And you ain't seen drugs unless you seen a crack-baby
Yelling in an incubator, gon' crazy
Shots bang out; this ain't the 4th of July
And if you nosy you might catch one in the eye
Don't mess with the spider cuz you think you fly
I know you wanna hate cuz you need the exposure
You got three albums and nobody knows ya
I strive to live life
But I ain't getting fucked like the heart beats five
We in the Major League and if you swinging at me
I'm on another page like Sancho
Niggas wanna blaze so I copped the dro'
[Vast Aire]
Yo see me chilling at the throne with a Viking cup
You can catch a beat down or get beat up
Eh, it's on you to choose
Some might say it's on you to lose
Cannibals are here and we love to chew
Pete Rock did the beat don't get it confused
This is serious (I'm serious!)
My chemical romance is weed and booze
So don't get me started
Cuz we can all act ill and get retarded
Like a paraplegic with ski's on
Sorta like Christopher Reeve with a cape on
Bring ya army, bring mad troops
I'll just open my suit in the phone booth
Eh, and now it's on
Unless you got the green I'm repping Krypton
(Hook) Vast Aire
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers!)
So if you knew the ledge you wouldn't be holding on
Queens (Get up!) - Bronx (Get up!) - Brooklyn, Staten
I tap dance on fingers (On fingers!)
So if you knew the ledge you wouldn't be holding on
Queens (Get up!) - Bronx (Get up!) - Brooklyn, Manhattan
[Break]
See that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'll flow so ill we like Hurricane cash
[Vordul Mega]
Tryna live, gon' thru it since we was kids
Our livelihood is writing rhymes, blowing buddha in cribs
Seriously animated and spit
Rhyming for those implicating they sick, we nice
Eva since ninja stars and spray cans in the waste lands
Now it's all about lasers, displaying raps in baseheads
Bumping beats on streets, pumping CDs and watching for PD
When crashing colorful weed leaves outta plastic bags
Match the meds, hook the portable decks
Blasting tracks after that vision's apocalyptic
Like you was tripping off acid tabs
On an average path we be crashing crafts, blowing Indian hash
Saved by seat belts and airbag, popping outta dash
And the batch still wanna push us in wax
Cuz we move fast, dipping in traffic
Gon' thru the madness with no ration
But we live it, matter of fact
Over fiction, friction, thru twisted communications
Listening, straight whispering
(Hook) Vast Aire
[Break 2]
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
.. top five
If you don't drop my speed I top high five
Watch my .. now we're getting hundreds
We've been .. I am coming
We cannot lose .. if you see me .. I created half of the cats
Pass the truck .. I am from .. would you wanna step to me
Why would you wanna step to me
.. lyrical rap .. at least .. dip s**t .. I insist
I just .. opposite ..
I am fat I got the gift to ..double .. fill my raf
Don't panic is a .. we're gonna leave here with all that cash
.. just don't wait don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like me
Don't you wish your boyfriend was God like me
