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