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Back 2 Basics - Vast Aire
Uh ha
We make regular music
What goes up must come down
Sorta like balloons
When you let go of them
Jealous ones wanna knock my style
Put a whole in your head
And let out the helium
I came up with cats
Who didn't give two shits
We grew up in the projects
With elevator piss
Dad ain't there mums is cranky
That's why she comes home yells
And spanks me
This sh*t ain't cotton candy
And if it is the taste is shady
Be all you can be but this ain't the army
You will get tossed it will not be gravy
New York Zoo York
I'm in uptown baby now
I rest in Brooklyn this city is crazy
Buildings fall down that's friction homie
Elevate your camp with a bunch of shinobi
I'm not lying
I'm not lying
I could form a sword
Like red and green lion
Knowledge is grand like a G in my hand
I'm a hustler
But I don't cook coke in a pan
You know
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
Uh huh
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
What goes up must come down
Sorta like balloons
When you let go of them
Jealous ones wanna knock my style
Put a whole in your head
And let out he helium
And that wouldn't be cool
If you called my name
Caus you be soft like video games
Same sh*t different day new traulet
You got a card on the table
I might pull it
Texas Holdem watch me fold em'
Off the wall
But my skin ain't turned white
You just entered
The chamber of a thousand falls
Sh*t we gon' be here all night
Peace to Metro he gave me the insight
Me blessing the mic
That's my birth right
Styles so I'll it'll turn rocks to sand
Come a little closer
I'll show you unseen hands
Son we on our own Pig Latin
We be on some Infè Kinpè
Now everybody sounds like Jay
And everybody loves moving
To purple and yay
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
Uh huh
I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot
