(Verse 1 - Vast Aire) So what you runnin' from? Oh those cats on the corner they hella dumb That's why I'm done with standage I'll bite your face and make a sandwich Now you actin' like you don't know This is just usual, show 'em my judo throw Oh no, your rap styles finished How you playin' Popeye with E coli spinach? Ok, lets slow down Cuz you are not prepared for the speed of sound Don't let the beast run his mouth When the Aire came through, they skated out I used to cry out why (why!) Cuz like Scott Summers, I couldn't open my eyes Cuz everyone would die If I took one peek, everyone would fry (Verse 2 - Sadistik) My appetites for sitting in cityscapes in black and white Crackin' light Smittys I'm sh**ty faced to crash at night The pa**ive type, who's a lost pathetic dreamer Terrified to be a victim with a walking dead demeanor I'm coughing emphysema, caught in coffins in between A cautious innocence while listening to Andre Nikatina If you could trace my steps a couple minutes Huh, if I get crossed you fall like London bridges I do this for pot heads playin' sick as a teen And insomniacs who still will raise a fist for the dream For Street Fighter 2 and David Lynchian scenes For Tupac Shakur and Rage Against the Machine I'm a cynical, profitable, raw syllables I'll spit at you Similar to the kid named Rakim will do I'm identical to that of Pac's mental too I rock spiritual without a break or stop interval I'm from the state where the rain will never stop Hendrix was from and Cobain perfected rock A place seagulls land where the space needle stands And f** Bush stickers decorate people's vans I watch the wind blow, leaves caught in limbo Tiptoe past the season's frosty skin tone Seein' glossy crystals, I try and catch it Describe it all inside my Writes of Pa**age