Bombing Air Supply

'Night shifts interfere with my real work.'

'Oh man, is that all you want to do.

I mean go bombing trains at night and pushing a broom all day?'

'Man, why are you getting on case?'

'I'm not getting at you man'

Keeping real realness while I bring it right back

I picked up a parka and a paint marker

Tagged up the town and put it in a frame for the

Memories, cause right now I still wear denim jeans

It's the lemon squeeze and kids have to remember me

December comes around and I'm back to the basics

My optics are lasek giving the town a face lift

Out of world space shit breaking out the stratosphere

Set fire to the clouds and trail blazed out the atmosphere

'That's a burner'

Talk to me Goose

I got these goofs in my sights and no way I'm letting loose

I worked too hard to get overshadowed in the long run

I'll fuck these pussies straight on with no condom

I build for you to take away

No skill means no talent so you're best to part ways

Seperate yourself from the culture that you're killing

Seperate your mouth from those fake gold fillings

'It's so white. It's so clean'

It's like Def Jam Vendetta, except they're more fake

You forgot about the b-boy for God's sakes

MC skills are abused on a next to nothing name drop

Allowances don't cover the price that rising fame costs

Roots are blocked, rap music prevails

We all develop a limp, hip talk and females

Retail suggested amount, we're never out of stock

Of clown rap acts that claim the freshest hip hop

I would never sell my fate to a flag staff

I'd die for myself but not the rep my country's name has

Culture thieves walked the streets but they were already dead

Zombie slaves to the machine designed to break bread

Did myself a favor and bailed out of an airline

Dynamite on my chest, human life to land mine

Dropping death to this fake style rise

Make no mistake, I'm bombing air supply

'When I'm writing trains or when you're mixing sounds,

making people dance, that's everything. We're alive.