Текст песни In the Air - Tech N9ne
Sickology
101
futuristic
b-boyz
shit
Your
first
lesson
given
to
you
by:
Mr.
smith
KC
MO
stand
up
Young
niggaz
representin
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
Im
in
the
air
High
in
the
air
Im
in
the
air
High
in
the
air
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
(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
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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8 Sorry n' Shit
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