[Intro: Sample & Vast Aire]
Bought the tape
I hope you bought the tape
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I hope you bought the tape
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I hope you happy with your purchase
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I hope you bought the tape
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I hope you happy with your purchase
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I hope you bought the tape
I hope you bought the tape
I hope you happy with your purchase
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I hope you happy with your purchase
Vast Aire!
Aesop Rock!
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock & Vast Aire]
I boomerang styles 'round the (?)
Y'all sweating (?) beads praying someday you'll be the magnet
Poor pad of (?) black magic and mass havoc
Where you in the shit but would much rather sleep detached in the madness
Plus your CD plays better as a coaster
We feel ignorant tonight
Delaying your flight, ripping your poster
Yo what you do on the mic?
What I'm supposed to
Write your face with raw raps
And fight they way out of the holster
Type of kid whom if I gave a week to build a house
You'd return with one brick in your hand
Claiming you're just a minimalist
Strike one, just an asshole
Let me amuse myself and step
How to make a sleeper wish he'd never slept
All's well
I'm high as fuck
The shameless exploitation of that Midas touch
I'm talking Iceman Cometh
Mic stands smacking the polite fans by the hundreds
Clustered up in green bunches
I would've been the idol of a nation made from higher limbs
But rusted ten seconds before my wingspan got to touch it
Now magazine's writing 'bout: "Yo, you over-wordy cuz"
But I'd let it roll off my back after they suck this dirty (?)
I'm a tomahawk whirling, circling early retirement
With death threats for the systematic Eucharist environment
Waddle back up to your block
And find yourself trapped between an atom
And an Ae-fucking-Sop Rock
[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
See Vast rap
Watch sky open
45 'sette tape brainwaves soaking
I got a hundred and one views and don't force em
And got a hundred and one gifts but don't flaunt em!
Life's diss culture, you lost touch with reality
In the blind mans image you drop the pottery
My poetry, makes me a mage, animated
You see notes float from the page
My style's like Oil of Olay
I gotta rub it in, but with a grin
Like a politician
When he raises taxes
I'll spin the Earth off its axis
And I ain't even serious kid, this is practice
Who draws water the fastest?
My cascade's like a lava fall from Hell's cliff
All I need is orange juice and a roach clip
The beat is in the air, now the Aire is talking shit
With my n***a Aesop rocking
You talking a bunch of "I mights"
But I will damage your eye socket
Some Vast Aire, I'm free-styling and you can't stop it
When I get on the mic I might make the Earth stop spinning
Make your girl start...grinning
Oh my goodness, it's the end of the beginning
Off the top of the dome is where we roam
Off and known
Yo, cypher unknown
I break your little ass phony poems
That's for my n***a Ese
And (?) and Hipsta in the back laughing
You need to stop rapping
Yo, this is a revolution in here, I start tap dancing
What?