Sci-Fi Wasabi - 2006 Remaster

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