Sci - Fi Wasabi Lyrics - Stereo Type A - Cibo Matto

What's up be? 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 

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.O.K. 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 purgatory 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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