I am not one of you. I come from a ancient time. I am known as the kicker of elves. I am also known as the angel crusher! Recycled air- Postal Service take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
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knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight my head's a balloon inflating with the altitude
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i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms and from here they can't see me stare the stale taste of recycled air i watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms calm down, release your cares the stale taste of recycled air -------------------------------------------------
Now... this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In... West Philidelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside the school
When a couple of guys said "we're up to no good" started making trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said "I might as well kick it."
First class yo this is bad drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bellaire live like? hmmm this might be all right. But wait I hear they're prissy and all that is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bellaire
Well uh the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightening disapeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror, if anything I could say this cab was rare but I though now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo home, smell ya later," I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
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