they try to play me close well keep your lady safe up and away we go i m super fly aviate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate they try to eat us up they like the way we taste they wanna trade me places but they afraid of fate they don t know what lay in wait struggle on the day to day juggle when i play with weight hustle for the paper chase you slippin and trippin as if you ain t afraid of me they tippin liquor bottles while i sip upon the a to v eons beyond their capabilities skill i breathe will have them second guessin i question their credibility movin on em like a millipede they re slippin under permanent slumber come from my soliloquy i feel the breeze blowin in the open air check my destination now they wonder why i m goin there no where to go but up they turn my ups to downs knowing what s around the corner turn a circle fuck around they call it luckin out i use a different word call upon me day or night but never call my gift a curse they wanna play me close well keep your lady safe up and away we go i m super fly aviate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate shootin with devil dice we playin crazy eights beamin on em with my sunlight i see they shady face made for the radio feel my vibe radiate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate they try to greet us but don t recognize the face they want liquor in cases should probably bump they brakes they ain t soul controlling fate ain t nobody holdin weight k i m and motivate strangers strugglin for a plate i m rippin and clippin anybody who s flying round sipping kc teas and ubiquitis about to buy a round zero below and they ain t feelin me yes we got em crunchin the number and now they knowing who the killers be wavy on em like i m poppin pills they slip and crumble wondering if we will now that we got a deal i m blowin trees tokin with a smokin flare yes no hesitation got us here so now we goin there shit ubi sobered up i m tryin to roll a pound double tap the walking dead and dip up out the fuckin town the deevil dippin out even with vision blurred call upon me day or night the sniff is in my bitch s purse  they try to play me close but can t invade in the space up and away we go it s do or die aviate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate cuttin the devil s rice carvin a figure eight wavy on em wavin in traffic i see they shady face made for the radio feel my vibe radiate made for the radio feel my vibe radiate they couldn t satiate the hunger in my appetite to ask me why i m angry and not bat a eye is asinine i stay up half the night ponderin the afterlife conquerin my rapid eye somber in my rap disguise they couldn t pacify my purpose for perniciousness pest control exterminate determination it s a bitch searchin for the certainty tip a glass of tanqueray kiss me and i kiss you back kickin ass takin names what the fuck is so great livin out a rapper s life try na carve a niche and everything you love s a sacrifice you re hearing half the plight somber in the sack tonight i m bout to write the type of shit that makes you wanna pack the pipe travelin on the far side labcabinkansascity stratagems spat at em i gotta rep for the middi i sing the song of solitude serenade the audience and run it back for simple jack who never gathered all of it 1