| I’m like Johnny Mnemonic
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| With the ill verse, but I’m hooked on phonics
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| You wanna get up on it
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| It’ll cost you six mill' to get bionic
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| And that’s the old level
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| You want original sin I can bring the devil
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| But I’d rather play the angel
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| No excuse me, play the angle
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| Birds flock in, «She's ugly!»
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| But she’s so fly, she got halo
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| And she should do as she’s told
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| Play with my Skittles 'til she taste the rainbow
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| On the dancefloor, we throw 'bows
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| Ask «Billie Jean,» I can make the ground glow
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| Serious like the color of blood
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| But I’m pure like color of doves
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| Check the needle, check the monitor
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| Check the mic, it’s a rap/wrap
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| You need to leave that crack alone
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| Comin out the side of yo' face like you Sly Stallone
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| That won’t work
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| Catch a bottle to your face, your man’s a jerk
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| You heard «9 Lashes,» this is the 10th one
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| Battle fake MC’s, this is a real one
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| Oh No brought the drums
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| And I’m more like Jesus, not the step-son
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| Y’all should do windows
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| I’m Vast Aire, you’re small like an airplane pillow
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| Let’s get one thing straight
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| It’s my time to shine, y’all gotta wait
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| Reel 'em in like fish to the bait
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| «You cats got beef?» |
| Cause we eat steak «Huh?»
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| You need to start payin your dues
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| Start clickin your shoes, get me some cheesecake |