I’m on a plane I can’t complain I’m on a plane I can’t complain I’m on a plane Kool A.D., like the refreshment powder The blessing counter, the lesson doubter Messing with the freshest flowers Bring the heat like a Smith and Wesson touter Professional freak-outer Speak the English language, it’s the slang I learned to bang with If I came from Denmark then I’d probably freak the Danish Manage with the Spanish but I’m godly with the Spanglish Tomo como vaso de agua, Vicky lake-ish MOMA couldn’t frame it, I been famous Ghetto music, the game been racist Geppetto movements, the game been salacious Consider all the names of race, we been nameless Half black power, half white guilt, I’ve been raceless Kahlua vodka in milk, I been wasted Might jack one mil' I been chasing Think I might just quit rap and live basic What’s it all mean? Who cares? Fear not of man because man must die and that's fine I ain't too scared I'd be lying if I said I’ve never resorted to crime for a new pair But what I know about life? It ain't too fair So I see why the youth wanna get the little ice and the new gear But fuck it, I be nice off a few beers I’m on a plane I can’t complain I’m on a plane I can’t complain I’m on a plane Kool A.D., the navel gazer The wavy bather, the lazy shaver The gravy taster, the crazy caker, the paper taker The lady chaser, the Jake Braker, the grape laser The lane changer, the game changer, the chain claimer The brain breaker, the strange stranger, the "brang-dang-er" The anger, the danger Major, like I sprang from a dame in the manger, framed by the angels But the frame ain't the same man, it change with the angles Gang bangers engaged that make bagels and pastels that make the pages Enraging the blank statesmen that play with the bank statement Like it’s just another day at the races, let's face it It’s all basically apeshit crazy, sincerely Kool A.D., baby Pay me, gravy train, wavy I can’t complain I’m on a plane I can’t complain I’m on a plane