| You know what I’m saying?
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| Just got out the bed and shit
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| You know what I mean
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| All these crab ass cats
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| Coming up in my face
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| Splitith, rap smithith I’m serious
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| I’m serious
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| I’m Vast Aire
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| You just a midget
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| Check it out
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| One two
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| I run through walls that are brick or cement
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| I’m Vast Aire, that ain’t a dimple in your face
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| It’s a dent!
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| Yo, bring it back, I’m wildin'
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| It’s like, it’s Vast Aire
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| I’ll break you down
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| To your various compound
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| I am above sound
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| Yo, I’m Vast Aire
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| That’s just one
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| Vast Aire
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| You ain’t nobody
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| And when I’m done with this rhyme, you’ll have no body
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| Telephone rings and
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| Vast still sings
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| Let’s cut down the pre heater (?) space down to two inches
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| Son, it’s pitch black outside and we got them squinting
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| I’m on the mound with snot on the ball
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| You ain’t hitting
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| A spoon plus a tunnel equals me
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| Out of San Quentin
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| Sending postcards from the edge of my sanity
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| With my face on the stamp rep’ing vanity
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| So we write rhymes write right and on the left
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| Opportunity was like fuck knocking
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| I’ll pick the lock
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| The coroner saw the tooth
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| Stuck in your jugular
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| With his cornea, motherfucker, with his cornea
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| Yo, fuck these internet kids with comments
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| Raps are flawless
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| Like when you don’t get knocked out
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| You’re on the floor less
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| So, I suggest
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| Take four Thai kicks to compress the chest
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| 'cos in the long haul
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| It’s your ass getting hauled off the stage
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| Thoughts off the page
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| Crack cranium rage
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| I don’t care if you don’t like me
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| I’ve got this rap shit on lock
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| Damage the psyche
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| More like that |