[Intro: Tech N9ne, (Craig Smith)] Sickology 101, Futuristic B-Boy s**t Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith) Kcmo stand up, Young ni***z represent
Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up I aint just gonna blow up I'm a star, I got astronomers tryin to get a close-up Rappers wanna use glamours But I'm gleamin from the planets, homie Mine is called Kansas City A cloud in my pocket gotta rain on 'em, Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em So comfortable at the top I hopped on a plane and claimed Everest You mine as well say the boy is Himalayan I ripped my rooms on the Moon The angel's feedin me cereal with a silver spoon My heir line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to L. A. Is as long as a fan line I'm high as 08' gas prices My votes are twice as high as Obama's and I aint gotta ask nice I'm high as Tech's tour bus The light skinned one, So if you lookin for me Bow, Look up and try to find the sun
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Don't mean to brag but I froze my piece And I'm gettin higher than a nose bleed seat Don't bring her to my session She'll drop dead in the studio like O. D. B. Yaa, It's The Owner and I'm very cool Plus this weed keep me higher than a air balloon Copycat, Like what I'm wearin dude? I'm so fly, I walk around with a parachute Huh, And even rappers lie, too But I'm the only human with an astronaut suit See, Your entire verse say that your eye aint squirt When you only shoot in the air like fire works Huh, Them suckers still on that hatin s**t I'll stuff 'em in a bag like potato chips I'll bend they a** up like a paper clip Tech, Sign me and see how quick your paper flip
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Why call me underground when I rock the stars? And even they can't see me with a pair of bi-noculars My hip-hoppin gave a good side swipe to Mars One-Thirth an extinction hit, Which left the limelight Ajar You want your scripts to fly, Not in my solar system Cause I'll dismiss 'em like they wish to die Mack mother-nature and I ripped her, Why? So bro, Excuse her while she kiss the sky More exulted than a priest, a pastor Blasphemy have me blast fags fast with Magma In the air like Dancer and Dasher High in the sky, Above all mountains off in Alaska Higher than a million heroin hits if it'll last ya Super-Celestial when everyone's stuck off in the pasture The wack, I will cast ya down Below those who get caught up in my Rapture Don't be callin me dog cause I want you to say it backwards
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Your first lesson for the day, mane That was it, Sickology 101, Yadidimean? Craig Smith, Nesto, Tech N9na, ***a Sound like a bird flyin around Yeah, Wyshmaster on the track