Now, I'm not ya regular rapper
I'm way more specialer factor
I turn fingers into snappers, these hands into clappers, and all of the beats into slappers
Enemies into mini me's now they calling me masta
Out of this world like I'm NASA
Reach out to the crowd like a pastor
And it's only one thing that I ask ya
Let me hear you Say aerial is dope
Aerial is what? dope (Dope)
OH, Aerial is dope
Now that's the kind of crowd that I want at my show

Everybody screaming and going loco
Listening to my song and repeating my flow
Feeling my WORDS any speed that they go
Whether its super fast or I bring it down slow
Sacramento repping that's the place that I'm from
these cats in the streets JUST want me To go dumb
I don't bite lips
And i dont hold tongues
on any tight beat
or any cold drums
So, I NEVER dumb it down KEEP it lyrical

Never change the moniker, still believe I'm the miracle

Always staying myself, humble and very spiritual

Keeping my thinking open, creative, and very critical

I say my style fresh, stayin far from the typical

Most rappers alike, im thinking its pitiful

Hip Hop is going down, my position is critical

Mistakes stay down, down to a minimal

Success at a pinnacle, prolly cuz i got the chemicals
I know the recipe to dopeness, it was in my umbilical
I was eating that all the way from the embryo

Now, I'm not ya regular rapper
I'm way more specialer factor
I turn fingers into snappers, these hands into clappers, and all of the beats into slappers
Enemies into mini me's now they calling me masta
Out of this world like I'm NASA
Reach out to the crowd like a pastor
And it's only one thing that I ask ya
Let me hear you Say aerial is dope
Aerial is what? dope (Dope)
OH, Aerial is dope
Now that's the kind of crowd that I want at my show

Energy way up, hostility way low
And They know whatever I say goes
Niggas get ya hands in the air like a robbery and all my girls get down on the floor
I don't space out but i aerial in
Got rhymes more tricky than a varial spin
Any rapper thinking he can step to me
This beat'll be the coffin that they bury you in
But; back to me and the name of my town
Sac town and you know i be holding it down
Can't tell I'm from Sacramento from the way that I sound
Cuz I'm too busy doing me to even hang with these clowns
I got every other rapper sad And hanging a frown
All because that I am dope and i am hanging around
I ain't going nowhere, I plant myself in the ground
Can't be uprooted and I'm too hot to burn down
Im making these rappers leave, see em disperse
Only time I'm saying timber when I'm dropping a Verse
Try to give em a heads up, I be telling em first
Dropping heavy verses when I drop it it hurts
Heh, Then I stand with a smirk
I got too much skill, I really think its a curse
I'm swelling up with this confidence, I think i might burst
Luckily I'm not cocky or this feeling would hurt
I know god got my back, I don't call that a perk
I just call it a blessing then I get back to work
God made me dope like a plant in the dirt,
I am THC, still got the smell on my shirt

Now, I'm not ya regular rapper
I'm way more specialer factor
I turn fingers into snappers, these hands into clappers, and all of the beats into slappers
Enemies into mini me's now they calling me masta
Out of this world like I'm NASA
Reach out to the crowd like a pastor
And it's only one thing that I ask ya
Let me hear you Say aerial is dope
Aerial is what? dope (Dope)
OH, Aerial is dope
Now that's the kind of crowd that I want at my show