Cholesterol

Yeah, Vast Aire, Shellshock It's that gravy, know what I'm sayin This goes out to my beloved family of Atoms (my word) This goes out to the indelible MC's (you know they stay unmovable) This goes out to Bay of Pigs (hell rock power kingdom) Last but not least golden monkey clan (bananas and goals baby) You know T1 aka Shellshock (c'mon) And I'm Vast Aire, 'nuff said Now let's build upon this issue If the highway to heaven is narrow, then sin acts as fatty tissue And as one can see, I have no space But I remain in the positive scale weights of the galaxy What, you wanna fix fallacy? You could run around the world twice chasing chastity What in the hell possessed you, don't you know I'm cannibal That means when rhymin I get down to the bone gristle I start lickin my fingertips in the cipher See naturally I'm higher than That's right above any (any) homegrown THC herbalized provider But that's besides the point Tell me who's gonna hold the weight, I can't wait any longer I'm ready to hold plates with Jehova Using Neptunes fork tellin' Zeus to move over I'm here before dinner Clearin' the periodic table of elements off Then I'm supplyin' it with a tablecloth Yo, you can catch me analog, mic hog I can't feel rhythms without cholesterol After all you must learn to examine the appetite within the nuclei Within the presence of the omnivore's eye, that is I And when sunlight shines on my throat We call it the soloflex laryn-x lorax built from the trees This is real life and I'm Vast Aire, I usually speak for Skinny MC's tryin to start somethin Bulemic MC's try to throw somethin up I can fondle around the outskirts of diets A donut at midnight ain't nothin, I'm a glutton Now let's build upon this issue If the highway to heaven is narrow then sin it's axis of speck tissue And as one can see I have no space But I remain in the positive scale weights of the galaxy What, you wanna fix fallacy? You could run around the world twice chasing chasity And all that, knawmean, bullshit, know what I'm sayin' This is T1, Vast Aire Bassline is like biscuits and gravy, knawmean I'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC, I'm not a hard MC I'm Vast Aire, I'm not a hard MC, I'm difficult I'll stand up brewin hot pots of piety hip hop The gluttony inside of me won't stop Yo, it won't stop, the gluttony, yo If you can't have your cake and eat it, you never had it Anyway, plus it ain't even your birthday Now you're cramped up, my flow is that ability You should've waited thirty minutes to press play Or you're a fat MC, well if you don't say You grab at the mic, all I see is a rib cage See Vast is the vitamin MC you never believed in So I vanished you due to malnutrition MC's are too bloated Thought they were fat, but they only retained water You know them, the sluggish type they get led to the slaughter Is you fugazi? Ethiopians praise me The black god, chubby thoughts and the chubby belly You feelin me? Yeah You feelin me? Yeah Do you wanna hear a little more? Hell yeah The beautiful balance of life You don't want me to sit on the other end of the seesaw Cause you're afraid you might see more, yo, you might see more