Legend

[Verse 1: Vast Aire] Yeah, yeah In the streets, anything can happen The Stock Exchange is like the Glock exchange The supply goes up and down And the bullets go up and down Give me some elbow room and I'll lock it down And I don't even like your town You need recess I came to destroy rap and also save the princess Like I ain't the real What the fuck you want? A Happy Meal? We get it popping when I crack the keg And your show's like a horse with a broken leg [Verse 2: Vast Aire] You ain't that gully, you a Playboy bunny I got a flow that'll water your shit down You can keep your crown You gotta open your ears just to peep my sound (Heard you had a lot of pride) Well, it's on the ground And I might have to stomp it now (Oh, you want to swing?) I wouldn't do that, homie I learned my style from Old Man Chow And it's like that You'll need a New York block to strike back Look, poverty is wack And the niggas in the street want they life back They want the mic back [Verse 3: Vast Aire] Yo, with a little hard work and some enchanted magic I'll spit a 16 with the TurboGrafx We used to call dudes like you toys Now we just melt the plastic Look, son, you know this game It's called Death, now ain't it a shame? I wish I had three men So I could mess up twice and get away with my life I've got fireballs, he's got spikes Quick, hit the turtle shell, jump into a pipe He's a Super Koopa Trooper I gotta psyche 'em out with the ill maneuver [Refrain: Vast Aire] Uh huh, uh huh Alright Look, everybody, go Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start, B, A, Start Yeah, yeah, uh huh