[Intro: Vast Aire]
\nYeah, Vast Aire, Shellshock
\nIt's that gravy, know what I'm sayin
\nThis goes out to my beloved family of Atoms (my word)
\nThis goes out to the Indelible MC's (you know they stay unmovable)
\nThis goes out to Bay of Pigs (hell rock power kingdom)
\nLast but not least Golden Monkey Clan (bananas and goals baby)
\nYou know T1 aka Shellshock (c'mon)
\nAnd I'm Vast Aire, 'nuff said
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\n[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
\nNow let's build upon this issue
\nIf the highway to heaven is narrow, then sin acts as fatty tissue
\nAnd as one can see, I have no space
\nBut I remain in the positive scale weights of the galaxy
\nWhat, you wanna fix fallacy?
\nYou could run around the world twice chasing chastity
\nWhat in the hell possessed you, don't you know I'm cannibal
\nThat means when rhymin' I get down to the bone gristle
\nI start lickin' my fingertips in the cipher
\nSee naturally I'm higher than
\nThat's right above any (any) homegrown
\nTHC herbalized provider
\nBut that's besides the point
\nTell me who's gonna hold the weight, I can't wait any longer
\nI'm ready to hold plates with Jehovah
\nUsing Neptune's fork tellin' Zeus to move over
\nI'm here before dinner
\nClearin' the periodic table of elements off
\nThen I'm supplyin' it with a tablecloth
\nYo, you can catch me analog, mic hog
\nI can't feel rhythms without cholesterol
\nAfter all you must learn to examine the appetite within the nuclei
\nWithin the presence of the omnivore's eye, that is I
\nAnd when sunlight shines on my throat
\nWe call it the soloflex laryn-x lorax built from the trees
\nThis is real life and I'm Vast Aire, I usually speak for
\nSkinny MC's tryin to start somethin
\nBulimic MC's try to throw somethin up
\nI can fondle around the outskirts of diets
\nA donut at midnight ain't nothin, I'm a glutton
\nNow let's build upon this issue
\nIf the highway to heaven is narrow then sin it's axis of speck tissue
\nAnd as one can see I have no space
\nBut I remain in the positive scale weights of the galaxy
\nWhat, you wanna fix fallacy?
\nYou could run around the world twice chasing chastity
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\n[Hook: Vast Aire]
\nAnd all that, knawmean, bullshit, know what I'm sayin'
\nThis is T1, Vast Aire
\nBassline is like biscuits and gravy, knawmean
\nI'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC, I'm not a hard MC
\nI'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC, I'm difficult
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\n[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
\nI'll stand up brewin' hot pots of piety hip hop
\nThe gluttony inside of me won't stop
\nYo, it won't stop, the gluttony, yo
\nIf you can't have your cake and eat it, you never had it
\nAnyway, plus it ain't even your birthday (gimme that!)
\nNow you're cramped up, my flow is that ability
\nYou should've waited thirty minutes to press play
\nOr you're a fat MC, well if you don't say
\nYou grab at the mic, all I see is a rib cage
\nSee Vast is the vitamin MC you never believed in
\nSo I vanished you due to malnutrition
\nMC's are too bloated
\nThought they were fat, but they only retained water
\nYou know them, the sluggish type they get led to the slaughter
\nIs you fugazi? Ethiopians praise me
\nThe black god, chubby thoughts and the chubby belly
\nYou feelin me? (Yeah), You feelin me? (Yeah!)
\nDo you wanna hear a little more? (Hell yeah!)
\nThe beautiful balance of life
\nYou don't want me to sit on the other end of the seesaw
\nCause you're afraid you might see more
\nYo, you might see more\n\n
