Текст песни Tech N9ne - In The Air (Feat. Craig Smith & Nesto)

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[Tech N9ne] Sickology 101 futuristic b-boyz shit Your first lesson given to you by: [Smith] Mr. smith [Tech N9ne] KC MO stand up Young niggaz representin [Smith] Ey Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I aint jus gonna blow up Im a star I got astronomers tryina get a close up Telescopes and cameras Rappers wanna use blammers But im gleamin from the planets homie Mine is called kansas city The cloud in my pocket gotta rain on em Such a star I saw heavens 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 The ride from kansas city to LA is as long as a fan line Im high as '08 gas prices My votes are twice as high as obamas & I aint gotta ask nice Im high as techs tour bus The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun [Chorus] Im in the air High in the air Im in the air High in the air [Nesto] Yeah Don mean to brag but I froze my peace And im gettin higher then the nose bleed seat Dont bring it to my session if your hoe sees me She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB Yuh Its the owner and im verry cool Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon Copy cat Like what im wearing dude Im so fly I walk aroudn wit a parachute And even rappers lie too But im the only human with an astronaut suit See yo entire verse? Say that youre high its worse? When you only shootin the air like a fireworks (pussy) If suckas still on that hatin shit I stuff em in a bag like potatoe chips Or bend they ass up like a paper clip Tech sign me and see how quick ya paper flip [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] (I aint gotta intoduce myself yall know whatitizz) Why call me underground when I rock the stars And even they cant see me wit a pair of binoculars My hip hop and ?? get side swiped to mars 1/3 in extinction hit which left the lime light ajar You want your scripts to fly Not in my solar system cause I dismiss em like they wish to die Mack mother nature and I rip the why Civillian ladies love me so bro excuse her while she kiss the sky Call me masta more exalted then a priest or pastor Blasphemy have me blast facts fast with magma In the air like dancer and dasher High in the sky up above mountains off in alaska Higher then a million heroin hits that fit to last ya Super celestial when everyone stuck off in the pasture The whack I will cast ya down below those who get caught up in my rapture Dont be callin me dog cause I want cha to say it backwards [Chorus x3] [Tech N9ne] Cha cha cha cha Your first lesson for today man That was it Sickology 101 Yall no what I mean Craig smith Lepsto?? Tech nina nigga In the air muthafucka Sound like a bird flying around Yeah Witch masta on the track We out this biiitch

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