| They lied — when they said there was no air/Aire in space |
| MC shit right here, master of ceremonies |
| All that other garbage |
| («one dimensional emcees can’t handle that») |
| Yo, music is my love, press play on stereoid |
| Life is a breath of fresh air, mahogon-oid |
| Negroids act like Sigmund Freud |
| Dreaming of a perfect i-roid, screaming cerebrum steroid |
| Faking-jack decoys got beef with Ox |
| You can get caught in my Real Earth chatterbox |
| That’s virtual (virtual), if you drunk a V8 |
| You couldn’t be parallel, because hell is vertical |
| Aha, fooled ya, thought it was beneath you |
| Got propelled in the sky, now soul is see-through |
| But it doesn’t matter cause there’s no molecules |
| Then genius becomes burden to ridicule |
| Realize much at stake |
| And excuse me for lack of better words, that’s my bond that never breaks |
| Pierce hearts with stakes, bloodsuckers cast no reflection |
| In my prism detention, they hate |
| On Prison’s intentions, get diesel, read a book |
| Find god in a cell block, that’s your fate |
| I’m that voice in the back of LL’s head saying |
| «You gonna let a weed plant do that?» yeah, I like to instigate |
| This aint a space race so why you rushin' |
| To be the first to catch a concussion, from El-P's percussion |
| Watch me throw a sentence in the air, say word up |
| That’s just a phrase for my action, like a bum with a cup |
| And Rome wasn’t built in a day but it fell in one |
| And you don’t got half of a step but you walk like one |
| I got calluses on my hand 'cause I held the sun uneven |
| I, got the weight of the world on my chest and still breathin' |
| Can-Ox is like 007 and man from U.N.C.L.E. |
| You off the top broke but I rip the turn-buckle |
| You a halloween thug, I’ll expose ya face |
| And use you as an example that fell from Grace |
| They lied when they said there was no air/Aire in space |
| I’ll boil an emcee to the teeth with no trace |
| I’m like Moses with a staff that parts the Red Sea |
| But it’s a new day, so I use the mic to depart emcees |
| This Earth is as real as a Chinese fortune cookie |
| In English with lottery numbers; I’m finished |
| Uh, with lottery numbers, I’m finished |
| Yo, yo |
| And one dimensional emcees (can't handle that) |
| And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs) |
| And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked) |
| Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act) |
| I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that) |
| And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs) |
| And one dimensional emcees (be getting smacked) |
| Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act) |
| I said one dimensional emcees (be biting backs) |
| Wha, what, can’t handle that |
| I said one dimensional emcees (can't handle that) |
| And one dimensional emcees (be biting backs) |
| And one dimensional emcees (Def Jux; be getting smacked) |
| Now one dimensional emcees (know how to act) |
| It’s like that, Real Earth, take me out there |
| Real turf, take me out there |
| 2001, space odyssey, what, Cold Vein, uh |
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