In the Air

[Tech N9ne:] Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!) KC MO stand up, young niggas represent [Verse 1: Craig Smith] Ey, ask me what I wanna be when I grow up, I ain't just gonna blow up I'm a star I got astronomers tryin' to get a close up Telescopes and cameras, rappers wanna use glamors But I'm gleamin' from the planets, homie, mine is called Kansas City The cloud in my pocket's gotta rain on 'em (Tell '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 might as well say the boy is Himalayan I rent my rooms on the moon, Mr. Smith is comin' soon The angels feedin' me cereal with a silver spoon My hair line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to LA 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 ain't gotta ask nice I'm high as Tech's tour bus, the light skinned one So if you're lookin' for me dog look up and try to find the sun [Hook] (2X) I'm in the air High in the air [Tech N9ne] KC, Nesto! [Verse 2: Nesto] Yeah, don't mean to brag but I froze my piece And I'm gettin' higher then a nose bleed seat Don't bring her to my session, if your ho sees me She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB Yeah, it's the owner and I'm very cool Plus this weed keep me higher than an air balloon Copy cat, like what I'm wearing dude? I'm so fly, I walk around with a parachute And even rappers lie too But I'm the only human with an astronaut suit See yo entire verse? Say that your iron squirt When you only shootin' in the air like fireworks (Pussy) If suckers still on that hatin' shit I'll stuff 'em in a bag like potato chips I'll bend they ass up like a paper clip Tech, sign me and see how quick your paper flip [Hook] (2X) [Tech N9ne] I ain't gotta introduce myself, y'all know what it is [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Why call me underground when I rock the stars? And even they can't see me with a pair of binoculars My hip-hoppin' gave a good side swipe to Mars One-Third 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 wished to die Mack mother-nature and I ripped her, why? Civilian ladies love me, so bro, excuse her while she kiss the sky Call me master more exalted 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 [Hook] (4X) [Outro: Tech N9ne] Your first lesson for today man That was it, Sickology 101 Y'all know what I mean Craig Smith, Nesto, Tech Nina nigga In the air, motherfucker Sound like a bird flying around Yeah, Wyshmaster on the track We out this bitch