(Intro)

Uh-huh

We make regular music

(Hook)

What goes up must come down

Sorta like balloons when you let go of 'em (Let go!)

Jealous ones wanna knock my style (Style!)

Put a hole in ya head and let out the helium

[Vast Aire]

I came up with cats that ain't give two shit

We grew up in the projects with elevator piss

Dad ain't there, moms is cranky

That's why she comes home yells and spanks me

This shit 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, New York, I'm in Uptown baby

Now I rest in Brooklyn, the city is crazy

Buildings fall down, that's friction homie

Elevate the camp wit a bunch of Shinobi

I'm not lying (I'm not lying)

I can form a sword like Red & Green Lion

Knowledge is grand like a G in my hand

I'mma hustler but I don't cook coke in the pan

You know!

[Break]

I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot

I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot

(Hook)

[Vast Aire]

And that wouldn't be cool if you called my name

Cuz you'll be soft like video games

Same shit different day, new toilet

You got a card on the table, I might pull it

Texas Hold 'Em, watch me fold 'em

Off the wall but my skin ain't turn white

You just entered the chamber of a thousand falls

Shit, we gon' be here all night

Peace to Metro, he gave me the insight

Me blessing the mic that's my birthright

Style's so ill it'll turn rocks to sand

Come a little closer and I'll show you unseen hand

Son, we on our own Pig Latin

We be on some infe kimpe

Now everybody sounds like Jay

And everybody loves moving the purple and ye'

You know!

[Break]

I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot

I'm not a rapper I just talk a lot