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
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Copy to Clipboard: 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
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