Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why'sdaskyblue? , by - Vast Aire. Release date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Why'sdaskyblue? |
| I heard justice was blind when Uncle Sam fucked her |
| I heard she came when he whispered he loved her |
| Young and naieve she thought nothing of it |
| And respecting her, he thought nothing of it |
| I just want to get my point across like Jezus |
| So I look to the sky like Hey Zeus |
| You got answers, Cause I got questions |
| Fold my arms peep the clouds and receive lessons |
| First we stopped stressin |
| Then we learned mathematics and we count blessings, God |
| At the age of 10 I picked up the pen |
| Fire’s pretty and it burns and I learned that then |
| After school we were slap box |
| And my man Terrence, he had jokes of whoever had loos sox |
| See I’mma win this battle |
| And later tonight your girl’s gonna hear my love rattle |
| Yes niggas it’s dark outside |
| It’s so could your time time a died |
| You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
| Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
| And mess around and change my best steps |
| Everytime the beat break |
| You don’t wanna dance with me, you a fake |
| Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
| And mess around and chance my best steps |
| Everytime the beat breaks |
| It was asked before Lopez |
| Her name was Taiwanda |
| She went to IS 238 |
| Suzanne B Anthony |
| We called it B Tony |
| If you class of '92 you should know me |
| Jamaica High, that was my first cipher |
| Everyday we slammed the mic like Bill Holiday with a rose in her hair |
| At 6th grade my favorite wrestler was Rick Flair |
| Remember Lee Patches and the Playboy ten tops |
| And if you don’t you could get figure four leglock |
| If I was 12 I would backspin on you |
| Shill 5 saturday morning karate |
| This is win every videogame was 8-bit |
| And you would get popped in your mounth for talking shit |
| I wrote this rhyme thinking of 50 Cents and Ashy Elbows |
| Summertime nights and stairin out the window |
| And if you hear gunshots you gonna hear a widow |
| Cryin' five seconds apart like thunder and lightning |
| (Know what I’m sayin, just put your feet on ice) |
| You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
| Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
| And mess around and change my best steps |
| Everytime the beat breaks |
| You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
| I can do the wop and the snake |
| And mess around and change my best steps |
| Everytime the beat breaks |
| «Yo V.A., pass the mic for chrissake!» |
| Just me and my peers spittin' raps for years |
| Sight for sore eyes, sound for sore ears |
| Cause where I’m from they be like «run your coat black?» |
| All I find the key in 10 seconds flat |
| So I wouldn’t do that, nuh |
| Let me rephrase don’t go there |
| And you can not hold air |
| Some of us knuckle up some got the shaddy |
| Some do the Roger Rabbit with drugs in the lobby |
| And when the 5-O show the van |
| They do the runnin' man |
| I could never choose a side |
| Until I saw the hustler’s electric slide |