In The Air

Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit

Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)

KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up

I ain't jus gonna blow up

Im a star I got astronomers tryna get a close up

Telescopes and cameras

Rappers wanna use glamors

But im gleamin from the planets, homie

Mine is called Kansas City

The cloud in my pocket's gotta rain on 'em

Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em

So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed Everest

You might as well say the boy is Himalayan

I rent my rooms on the moon Mr. Smith is comin' soon

The angels feedin' me cereal with a silver spoon

My hair line is Craig Smith Airlines

A ride from Kansas City to LA is as long as a fan line

I'm high as '08 gas prices

My votes are twice as high as Obama's & I ain't gotta ask nice

I'm high as Tech's tour bus

The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun

I'm in the air

High in the air

Im in the air

High in the air

Yeah

Don't mean to brag but I froze my piece

And I'm gettin higher then a nose bleed seat

Don't bring her to my session, if your ho sees me

She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB

It's the owner and I'm very cool

Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon

Copy cat

Like what I'm wearing dude?

I'm so fly, I walk around with a parachute

And even rappers lie too

But I'm the only human with an astronaut suit

See yo entire verse?

Say that your iron squirt

When you only shootin' in the air like fireworks (pussy)

If suckas still on that hatin' shit

I'll stuff 'em in a bag like potato chips

I'll bend they ass up like a paper clip

Tech, sign me and see how quick your paper flip

(I ain't gotta intoduce myself yall know what it is)

Why call me underground when I rock the stars?

And even they can't see me with a pair of binoculars

My hip-hoppin gave a good side swipe to Mars

One-Third an extinction hit, Which left the limelight Ajar

You want your scripts to fly, Not in my solar system

Cause I'll dismiss 'em like they wished to die

Mack mother-nature and I ripped her, Why?

Civilian ladies love me

So bro, Excuse her while she kiss the sky

Call me master

More exalted than a priest, a pastor

Blasphemy have me blast fags fast with Magma

In the air like Dancer and Dasher

High in the sky, Above all mountains off in Alaska

Higher than a million heroin hits if it'll last ya

Super-Celestial when everyone's stuck off in the pasture

The wack, I will cast ya down

Below those who get caught up in my Rapture

Don't be callin me "dog" cause I want you to say it backwards