Tap Dancin for Scratch

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Vast Aire] Bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase I bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I bought the, bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase I bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase I bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I bought the, bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase I bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase I bought the tape I hope you happy with your purchase Vast Aire! Aesop Rock! [Verse 1: Aesop Rock & Vast Aire] I boomerang styles 'round the (?) Y'all sweating (?) beads praying someday you'll be the magnet Poor pad of (?) black magic and mass havoc Where you in the shit but would much rather sleep detached in the madness Plus your CD plays better as a coaster We feel ignorant tonight Delaying your flight, ripping your poster Yo what you do on the mic? What I'm supposed to Write your face with raw raps And fight they way out of the holster Type of kid whom if I gave a week to build a house You'd return with one brick in your hand Claiming you're just a minimalist Strike one, just an asshole Let me amuse myself and step How to make a sleeper wish he'd never slept All's well I'm high as fuck The shameless exploitation of that Midas touch I'm talking Iceman Cometh Mic stands smacking the polite fans by the hundreds Clustered up in green bunches I would've been the idol of a nation made from higher limbs But rusted ten seconds before my wingspan got to touch it Now magazine's writing 'bout: "Yo, you over-wordy cuz" But I'd let it roll off my back after they suck this dirty (?) I'm a tomahawk whirling, circling early retirement With death threats for the systematic Eucharist environment Waddle back up to your block And find yourself trapped between an atom And an Ae-fucking-Sop Rock [Verse 2: Vast Aire] See Vast rap Watch sky open 45 'sette tape brainwaves soaking I got a hundred and one views and don't force em And got a hundred and one gifts but don't flaunt em! Life's diss culture, you lost touch with reality In the blind mans image you drop the pottery My poetry, makes me a mage, animated You see notes float from the page My style's like Oil of Olay I gotta rub it in, but with a grin Like a politician When he raises taxes I'll spin the Earth off its axis And I ain't even serious kid, this is practice Who draws water the fastest? My cascade's like a lava fall from Hell's cliff All I need is orange juice and a roach clip The beat is in the air, now the Aire is talking shit With my nigga Aesop rocking You talking a bunch of "I mights" But I will damage your eye socket Some Vast Aire, I'm free-styling and you can't stop it When I get on the mic I might make the Earth stop spinning Make your girl start...grinning Oh my goodness, it's the end of the beginning Off the top of the dome is where we roam Off and known Yo, cypher unknown I break your little ass phony poems That's for my nigga Ese And (?) and Hipsta in the back laughing You need to stop rapping Yo, this is a revolution in here, I start tap dancing What?