[Hook]
I’m on a plane
I can’t complain
I’m on a plane
I can’t complain
I’m on a plane

[Verse 1]
Kool A.D., like the refreshment powder
The blessing counter, the lesson doubter
Messing with the freshest flowers
Bring the heat like a Smith and Wesson touter
Professional freak-outer
Speak the English language, it’s the slang I learned to bang with
If I came from Denmark then I’d probably freak the Danish
Manage with the Spanish but I’m godly with the Spanglish
Tomo como vaso de agua, Vicky lake-ish
MOMA couldn’t frame it, I been famous
Ghetto music, the game been racist
Geppetto movements, the game been salacious
Consider all the names of race, we been nameless
Half black power, half white guilt, I’ve been raceless
Kahlua vodka in milk, I been wasted
Might jack one mil' I been chasing
Think I might just quit rap and live basic
What’s it all mean? Who cares?
Fear not of man because man must die and that's fine I ain't too scared
I'd be lying if I said I’ve never resorted to crime for a new pair
But what I know about life? It ain't too fair
So I see why the youth wanna get the little ice and the new gear
But fuck it, I be nice off a few beers
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Kool A.D., the navel gazer
The wavy bather, the lazy shaver
The gravy taster, the crazy caker, the paper taker
The lady chaser, the Jake Braker, the grape laser
The lane changer, the game changer, the chain claimer
The brain breaker, the strange stranger, the "brang-dang-er"
The anger, the danger
Major, like I sprang from a dame in the manger, framed by the angels
But the frame ain't the same man, it change with the angles
Gang bangers engaged that make bagels and pastels that make the pages
Enraging the blank statesmen that play with the bank statement
Like it’s just another day at the races, let's face it
It’s all basically apeshit crazy, sincerely Kool A.D., baby
Pay me, gravy train, wavy

[Hook]