[Vast Aire]   My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out   Don't ever talk back   I handed ya life and I'll snatch it back"   I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty nose   High school drop out   Space, I'm around me whiteout   And I ain't dealin with no minimum wage   I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page   Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days   Pulling the chrome out   And you actin like pullin the chrome out   Hated the sound of grandma's cryin the crooked letter   You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders   Made you wonder 'bout early   Sunday morning   Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning   Flows be bangin in the paint, throwin elbows   My first fight was me against five boroughs   I lost my first wish   But remembered every detail of my first kiss   That's that Bronx Tale bliss   The holiest of holies   Hip hop, it was '88   Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate   Drinkin Lil' Hug quarter waters   Dodgin stray slugs on the corner in that exact order   While you playin, death is what happens   I found the passion: aerosol cans and hands clappin   Backspins, microphones and cats rappin   Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers   Who rip Lee patches off of imposters   You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy   And it's gonna cost ya   And that's my B-Boy Alpha      *samples and scratches overlap*      [Vordul]   Straight outta the depths of hell   Reflect the sec-ond   Inhale the buddah wisdom   Envision and edit inscriptions of Vor-Megala spiritualism   Paint a picture from the spiritual   And seriously spit a lyric   That'll rip through a phsyical ligament   Trigger livin in these city limits   Limited with no money, goin through crazy minutes   Crazy thinkin of back in the days   When blazin a lazy ridance   Before we was swallowin duces, poppin with gooses   And rockin the bubble gooses   Trouble lose kid, puffin a loosie   Hoppin off Huffy, stealin Marvel comics and water uzis   All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile manuevers   Caught up in nooses from borders with troubleshooters   On corners where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin Donuts   Poppin they gun and shoot us   Or more of us aware   Thinkin Rudy Guili really don't give a FUCK ABOUT A MOULE!   Got me woozy, sippin Kaluha's loosin my noodles   Screwed up in the two triple losers   Sprayin it live, b-boy grafitti alpha   Out of rap-palooza   Looza, looza      *samples and scratches until fade*