What's up B? Wa-sa-bi   I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi   The start button has been pushed already   Obi-Wan Kenobi is waiting for me in Union Square   My wheel needs repair.   The bike lane's glowing all over the city   My bike "specializes" in the nitty-gritty   New York City never had equality, it's reality, economic duality   Where are my amenities   Tell me my sanity   Ain't no analogy for individuality, I got immunity from multiplicity   That's how we do it. We got your harmony.   Where's you're identity?   Our name is stereotype with an A   I got to get the shit straight   Your vision of stupidity's made of vanity   Keep your quality up in the sky      There is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my way   I feel no goal. Where is my soul?   I got no reset for this game      A.O.K. gotta find an alley anyway   My hair turns grey day by day   Don't erase your points, you've got your pace   Don't waste your days, get your innerspace   Don't give me chase, I'm at St. Marks Place   Feeling Stromboli, not ravioli   I'm charging my energy fresh as a daisy   Biologically let your system know what's up   Here comes your twin hopper   Yuka Honda knows her water - "Pass the Volvic"   No wonder her fingers are smooth like butter   It's specific. No mind traffic   CIBO MATTO 1999!   I'm Miho Hatori straight outta purgatori   Ai? Ai? Alright? I'm passing on your right   Don't be snobby with me   Not aioli, surely not Moby   Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby   Technically I'm free and I can find the key   Our name is stereotype with an A   I've got to get the shit straight. Can you relate, my mate?   Don't be late, my gate is open   Downtown still sends me up in the sky