Back To Basics - Vast Aire

What goes up must come down

Sorta like balloons when you let go of them

Jealous ones wanna knock my style

Put a whole in your head and let out the helium

I came up with cats who didn’t give two shits

We grew up in the projects with elevator piss

Dad ain’t there mums is cranky

That’s why she comes home yells and spanks me

This shit ain’t cotton candy and if it is the taste is shady

Be all you can be but this ain’t the army

You will get tossed it will not be gravy

New York (Zoo York)

I’m in uptown baby now I rest in Brooklyn this city is crazy

Buildings fall down that’s friction homie

Elevate your camp with a bunch of shinobi

I’m not lying (I'm not lying)

I could form a sword like red and green lion

Knowledge is grand like a G in my hand

I’m a hustler but I don’t cook coke in a pan

You know

I’m not a rapper I just talk a lot

Uh huh

I’m not a rapper I just talk a lot

What goes up must come down

Sorta like balloons when you let go of them

Jealous ones wanna knock my style

Put a whole in your head and let out he helium

And that wouldn’t be cool if you called my name

Caus you be soft like video games

Same shit different day new traulet

You got a card on the table I might pull it

Texas Holdem watch me fold em'

Off the wall but my skin ain’t turned white

You just entered the chamber of a thousand falls

Shit we gon’be here all night

Peace to Metro he gave me the insight

Me blessing the mic that’s my birth right

Styles so I’ll it’ll turn rocks to sand

Come a little closer I’ll show you unseen hands

Son we on our own Pig Latin

We be on some InfèKinpè

Now everybody sounds like Jay

And everybody loves moving to purple and yay

I’m not a rapper I just talk a lot

Uh huh

I’m not a rapper I just talk a lot