[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
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
one] My life's not right [check two] My life's not right [check three] Are you ready? [El-P] (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?) [Vast Aire
(feat. Vast Aire) [Vast Aire] What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself Uh, 1-2, what Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what Don't make me
[INTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Yo, (Alright Ok) Can I get a quarter or something? Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok) Homeless
and I'm over-confident The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin shit [Vast Aire] Watch Vast
sent them [Vast Aire] You wanna pop shit and get popped in the top lip? I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets We use Aire traps to catch
stick to DAT's sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin with the sickest cats [Vast Aire] Yo My life's not right check one My life's not right check two
city mazes [Vast Aire] Yo [x11] Lay that shit down What is you, a clown? You wanna see a little kid get shot? Give me two good reasons so I don't smack
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
