Intro: His Majesty's Laughter - Vast Aire

You know what I’m saying?

Just got out the bed and shit

You know what I mean

All these crab ass cats

Coming up in my face

Splitith, rap smithith I’m serious

I’m serious

I’m Vast Aire

You just a midget

Check it out

One two

I run through walls that are brick or cement

I’m Vast Aire, that ain’t a dimple in your face

It’s a dent!

Yo, bring it back, I’m wildin'

It’s like, it’s Vast Aire

I’ll break you down

To your various compound

I am above sound

Yo, I’m Vast Aire

That’s just one

Vast Aire

You ain’t nobody

And when I’m done with this rhyme, you’ll have no body

Telephone rings and

Vast still sings

Let’s cut down the pre heater (?) space down to two inches

Son, it’s pitch black outside and we got them squinting

I’m on the mound with snot on the ball

You ain’t hitting

A spoon plus a tunnel equals me

Out of San Quentin

Sending postcards from the edge of my sanity

With my face on the stamp rep’ing vanity

So we write rhymes write right and on the left

Opportunity was like fuck knocking

I’ll pick the lock

The coroner saw the tooth

Stuck in your jugular

With his cornea, motherfucker, with his cornea

Yo, fuck these internet kids with comments

Raps are flawless

Like when you don’t get knocked out

You’re on the floor less

So, I suggest

Take four Thai kicks to compress the chest

'cos in the long haul

It’s your ass getting hauled off the stage

Thoughts off the page

Crack cranium rage

I don’t care if you don’t like me

I’ve got this rap shit on lock

Damage the psyche

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