In The Air

Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit

Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)

KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I wanna be when I grow up, I ain't just gonna blow up

I'm a star I got astronomers tryin' to get a close up

Telescopes and cameras, rappers wanna use glamors

But I'm gleamin' from the planets, homie, mine is called Kansas City

The cloud in my pocket's gotta rain on 'em (Tell 'em!)

Such a star I saw Heaven's 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

A ride from Kansas City to LA is as long as a fan line

I'm high as '08 gas prices, my votes are

Twice as high as Obama's and I ain't gotta ask nice

I'm high as Tech's tour bus, the light skinned one

So if you're lookin' for me dog look up and try to find the sun

I'm in the air

High in the air

KC, Nesto!

Yeah, don't mean to brag but I froze my piece

And I'm gettin' higher then a nose bleed seat

Don't bring her to my session, if your ho sees me

She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB

Yeah, it's the owner and I'm very cool

Plus this weed keep me higher than an air balloon

Copy cat, like what I'm wearing dude?

I'm so fly, I walk around with a parachute

And even rappers lie too

But I'm the only human with an astronaut suit

See yo entire verse? Say that your iron squirt

When you only shootin' in the air like fireworks (Pussy)

If suckers still on that hatin' shit

I'll stuff 'em in a bag like potato chips

I'll bend they ass up like a paper clip

Tech, sign me and see how quick your paper flip

I ain't gotta introduce myself, y'all know what it is

Why call me underground when I rock the stars?

And even they can't see me with a pair of binoculars

My hip-hoppin' gave a good side swipe to Mars

One-Third an extinction hit, which left the limelight Ajar

You want your scripts to fly, not in my solar system

Cause I'll dismiss 'em like they wished to die

Mack mother-nature and I ripped her, why?

Civilian ladies love me, so bro, excuse her while she kiss the sky

Call me master more exalted than a priest, a pastor

Blasphemy have me blast fags fast with Magma

In the air like Dancer and Dasher

High in the sky, above all mountains off in Alaska

Higher than a million heroin hits if it'll last ya

Super-Celestial when everyone's stuck off in the pasture

The wack, I will cast ya down, below those who get caught up in my Rapture

Don't be callin' me "dog" cause I want you to say it backwards

Your first lesson for today man

That was it, Sickology 101

Y'all know what I mean

Craig Smith, Nesto, Tech Nina nigga

In the air, motherfucker

Sound like a bird flying around

Yeah, Wyshmaster on the track

We out this bitch