(feat. Craig Smith, Nesto the Owner)




[Tech N9ne]

Sickology 101 futuristic b-boyz shit

Your first lesson given to you by:

[Smith]

Mr. smith

[Tech N9ne]

KC MO stand up

Young niggaz representin



[Smith]

Ey

Ask me what I wanna be when I grow up

I aint jus gonna blow up 

Im a star I got astronomers tryina get a close up

Telescopes and cameras 

Rappers wanna use blammers

But im gleamin from the planets homie

Mine is called kansas city

The cloud in my pocket gotta rain on em

Such a star I saw heavens 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

The ride from kansas city to LA is as long as a fan line

Im high as '08 gas prices

My votes are twice as high as obamas & I aint gotta ask nice

Im high as techs tour bus

The light skinned one so if you're lookin for me dog look up and try to find the sun



[Chorus]

Im in the air

High in the air

Im in the air

High in the air



[Nesto]

Yeah

Don mean to brag but I froze my peace 

And im gettin higher then the nose bleed seat

Dont bring it to my session if your hoe sees me

She'll drop dead in the studio like ODB

Yuh

Its the owner and im verry cool

Plus this weed keep me higher than an air baloon

Copy cat

Like what im wearing dude

Im so fly I walk aroudn wit a parachute

And even rappers lie too

But im the only human with an astronaut suit

See yo entire verse?

Say that youre high its worse?

When you only shootin the air like a fireworks (pussy)

If suckas still on that hatin shit

I stuff em in a bag like potatoe chips

Or bend they ass up like a paper clip

Tech sign me and see how quick ya paper flip



[Chorus]



[Tech N9ne]

(I aint gotta intoduce myself yall know whatitizz)



Why call me underground when I rock the stars

And even they cant see me wit a pair of binoculars

My hip hop and ?? get side swiped to mars

1/3 in extinction hit which left the lime light ajar

You want your scripts to fly

Not in my solar system cause I dismiss em like they wish to die

Mack mother nature and I rip the why

Civillian ladies love me so bro excuse her while she kiss the sky

Call me masta more exalted then a priest or pastor

Blasphemy have me blast facts fast with magma

In the air like dancer and dasher

High in the sky up above mountains off in alaska 

Higher then a million heroin hits that fit to last ya

Super celestial when everyone stuck off in the pasture

The whack I will cast ya down below those who get caught up in my rapture

Dont be callin me dog cause I want cha to say it backwards



[Chorus x3]



[Tech N9ne]

Cha cha cha cha 

Your first lesson for today man

That was it 

Sickology 101

Yall no what I mean

Craig smith 

Lepsto??

Tech nina nigga

In the air muthafucka

Sound like a bird flying around

Yeah 

Witch masta on the track 

We out this biiitch