Sci-Fi Wasabi

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-OK 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