Lunchroom Rap (It's Nothing) (Explicit) - Vast Aire
This flow is ill
This flow is ill right here
Adams Fam
You better watch my blade
Speak the truth
I bring the pain like Method
Better yet a wisdom tooth
You been miseducated
Your style's outdated
You need to regroup
I'ma rap cyclone
I'm tired of clones
You better get ten feet away
One size own
Flip 'em the bird flesh from the chrome
You got three feet of space
And I'll crack ya dome
Six minutes Vast Aire is on
And the party don't stop
Till we see daylight
That's about six a m
When you falling out the bar
With ya next of kin
Where should we begin
I got the yac he brought the gin
Now I'm seeing intruders
Like the Gods of crimson
Style's so sick you need tea with lemon
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
Yes sir I leave men with no air
I dare you to step up unprepared
My lecture's sharp like nades of spare
Shrink a few heads make 'em disappear
Sons of Joel you better kneel before Zod
Before I show you the wrath of God
I brush my teeth with a lightning rod
I can pop-n-lock in my Izod
My favorite rapper was Todd Smith
Till his head got gassed and he lost his s**t
If you step up to me you better step legite
I'll hold you to the light like you conterfeit
Huh-eh cuz I'm R A W
The 'R' stands for 'Run' thru you
Sha-boo-ku
The 'A' is 'Allah's' virtue
The 'W' is a 'Wide' circle
Don't make me hurt you
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
This is that Lunch Room Rap
Don't get smacked
There's ten more of us
In here how you like that
You can leave with ya face sour
I'll snap my fingers
So you'll know I-got-the-power
Who's that Ya crew's wack
I guess Cinderella wants her slipper back
This is what happens
When bears attack
Plus I got more ho's then a ThunderCat
HOOOOOOOO
Caddyshack
You want me to go for this and go for that
But I know how you moving
And how you act
I'ma volcano about to react
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
This is that Lunch Room Rap
That the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money
Cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money;
Ain't about money
