Sci-fi Wasabi Lyrics
What's up B? Wa-sa-biI'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabiThe start button has been pushed alreadyObi-Wan Kenobi is waiting for me in Union SquareMy wheel needs repair. The bike lane's glowing all over the cityMy bike "specializes" in the nitty-grittyNew York City never had equality, it's reality, economic dualityWhere are my amenitiesTell me my sanityAin't no analogy for individuality, I got immunity from multiplicityThat's how we do it. We got your harmony.Where's you're identity?Our name is stereotype with an AI got to get the shit straightYour vision of stupidity's made of vanityKeep your quality up in the skyThere is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my wayI feel no goal. Where is my soul?I got no reset for this gameA.O.K. gotta find an alley anywayMy hair turns grey day by dayDon't erase your points, you've got your paceDon't waste your days, get your innerspaceDon't give me chase, I'm at St. Marks PlaceFeeling Stromboli, not ravioliI'm charging my energy fresh as a daisyBiologically let your system know what's upHere comes your twin hopperYuka Honda knows her water - "Pass the Volvic"No wonder her fingers are smooth like butterIt's specific. No mind trafficCIBO MATTO 1999!I'm Miho Hatori straight outta purgatoriAi? Ai? Alright? I'm passing on your rightDon't be snobby with meNot aioli, surely not MobyObi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobbyTechnically I'm free and I can find the keyOur name is stereotype with an AI've got to get the shit straight. Can you relate, my mate?Don't be late, my gate is openDowntown still sends me up in the sky
Cibo Matto Sci-fi Wasabi
