I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin` off, castin` off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur mask
Travel the traffic cop
Past the spot
Where the ostrich got across for the ocelot
What I couldn`t of bought
Cos they wouldn`t a popped y`all
Just for me to cop it one
So I had to be up
I`m going gradually up
Into the galaxy bus
Until I can`t feel my lungs
I pass the family up
I see an enemy`s bus
Saw the anatomy up
I catch the ballerinas
Now I was walkin` down this one block
Didn`t hear a gun shot
Smellin` hell or nature
Pickin` fruit off of a kumquat
Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot
Light upon my innervision searchin` for an answer
Heredetory, man-in-glory, days of the missle fury inventory took
And while I raise
Rain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the natives
And the ladies said You`re crazy - would you love to have my baby?
And I plays with the chief of the Mohicans and the Sheikh
And travelled everywhere from Delaware way up to Mozambique
Was givin` praise with the Deacon at the steeple
Spirit-seekin`on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shades
It`s such a beautiful thing
This musical thing
When I can do it my way
And shootin` no blanks
I just refute what you think
A quite unusual thing
Yes it`s a mutual thing
Cos it`s the root of all things, and we aims to be
The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveller
Skippin` through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plaza
Tryin` to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the after
The cold-hearted world creepin` on my destiny like salamanders
Enchanters, cos I run their goose and I be the gander
Cleanin` out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries
Shinin` like amber
All of the children told me Damn you`re an
Answer to our ears and deadly threat that`s posed by cancer
On Prancer, on Comet, on Cupid, I`m Santa
Got more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh Ho Ho Ho, got jo jo dancer
Punchlines, I`m a Crunchtime Casper, and a one-time champion for it
A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation tranform
What the heck I`ll come back for it
Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards
We goin` bobsled off the Himalayas
With the bottle of bobs ?
In a big ol` box full of the latest compilations
And then we won`t stop til we hit the Appalachians
To the Bulletts Bargain Basement
Then `cross the Baltic ocean basin
The ride `cross that Oakland night bridge
A drop deposit in the drop embankment
Makin` cakes that taste like Tecrine
Bakin` ex-potatoes, raisins, plaintains, M&M`s, peanuts, grape juice
I`m savin` my pay checks to get my plane fixed why`s that
We goin` fly all night - stop the propellors and
Jump out of the side with umberellas and
Let`s make them all night the caterpillars that
Take us to the top the Himalayas
It`s such a beautiful thing
This musical thing
When I can do it my way
And shootin` no blanks
I just refute what you think
A quite unusual thing
Yes it`s a mutual thing
Cos it`s the root of all things, and we aims
A lot of people follow ? and tolerate indeed
About to lead `em all to battle upon the bottom of the beat
And plant a seed of thought that sproutin`
Like a balance like a teeter-totter
Seen a lot of freedom ? the feat amount to beat the drama
He began to dis
Until the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirts
And nothin` happened assured the captain and the person
But the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burst
And all `em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinks
They flew out
Fleeds a lots of man ?
Climb upon the wall like Peter Parker
Meeter of the creed of darker regions
Darker seasons
These are not the reasons for the grief
And now proceed to outer-reaches
How to keep styles from seepin` outta me
They flew out
The fusilage
Had blew in time
It stupid to have
The attitude
When you would dive
Into the ground
(Now) if you`d have thought
Of suicide
If you would try
But you would tie
A parachute
Onto a slide
And took a dive
Now who`s alive?
It`s such a beautiful thing
This musical thing
When I can do it my way
And shootin` no blanks
I just refute what you think
A quite unusual thing
Yes it`s a mutual thing
Cos it`s the root of all things, and we end
