Текст песни Blackalicious - Do This My Way
Blackalicious - Do This My Way слова песни
I be the first ever Asian astronautBlastin` off, castin` offThe ties that bind like a smashed guitarRode a mastodon out Jurassic ParkChased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur maskTravel the traffic copPast the spotWhere the ostrich got across for the ocelotWhat I couldn`t of boughtCos they wouldn`t a popped y`allJust for me to cop it oneSo I had to be upI`m going gradually upInto the galaxy busUntil I can`t feel my lungsI pass the family upI see an enemy`s busSaw the anatomy upI catch the ballerinasNow I was walkin` down this one blockDidn`t hear a gun shotSmellin` hell or naturePickin` fruit off of a kumquatTree another day up in this life under the sunspotLight upon my innervision searchin` for an answerHeredetory, man-in-glory, days of the missle fury inventory took And while I raiseRain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the nativesAnd the ladies said "You`re crazy - would you love to have my baby?"And I plays with the chief of the Mohicans and the SheikhAnd travelled everywhere from Delaware way up to MozambiqueWas givin` praise with the Deacon at the steepleSpirit-seekin`on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shadesIt`s such a beautiful thingThis musical thingWhen I can do it my wayAnd shootin` no blanksI just refute what you thinkA quite unusual thingYes it`s a mutual thingCos it`s the root of all things, and we aims to beThe venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man travellerSkippin` through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plazaTryin` to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the afterThe cold-hearted world creepin` on my destiny like salamandersEnchanters, cos I run their goose and I be the ganderCleanin` out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberriesShinin` like amberAll 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 SantaGot more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh Ho Ho Ho, got jo jo dancerPunchlines, I`m a Crunchtime Casper, and a one-time champion for itA hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation tranformWhat the heck I`ll come back for itGotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwardsWe goin` bobsled off the HimalayasWith the bottle of bobs ?In a big ol` box full of the latest compilationsAnd then we won`t stop til we hit the AppalachiansTo the Bulletts Bargain BasementThen `cross the Baltic ocean basinThe ride `cross that Oakland night bridgeA drop deposit in the drop embankmentMakin` cakes that taste like TecrineBakin` ex-potatoes, raisins, plaintains, M&M`s, peanuts, grape juiceI`m savin` my pay checks to get my plane fixed why`s thatWe goin` fly all night - stop the propellors andJump out of the side with umberellas andLet`s make them all night the caterpillars thatTake us to the top the HimalayasIt`s such a beautiful thingThis musical thingWhen I can do it my wayAnd shootin` no blanksI just refute what you thinkA quite unusual thingYes it`s a mutual thingCos it`s the root of all things, and we aimsA lot of people follow ? and tolerate indeedAbout to lead `em all to battle upon the bottom of the beatAnd plant a seed of thought that sproutin`Like a balance like a teeter-totterSeen a lot of freedom ? the feat amount to beat the dramaHe began to disUntil the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirtsAnd nothin` happened assured the captain and the personBut the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burstAnd all `em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinksThey flew outFleeds a lots of man ?Climb upon the wall like Peter ParkerMeeter of the creed of darker regionsDarker seasonsThese are not the reasons for the griefAnd now proceed to outer-reachesHow to keep styles from seepin` outta meThey flew outThe fusilageHad blew in timeIt stupid to haveThe attitudeWhen you would diveInto the ground(Now) if you`d have thoughtOf suicideIf you would tryBut you would tieA parachuteOnto a slideAnd took a diveNow who`s alive?It`s such a beautiful thingThis musical thingWhen I can do it my wayAnd shootin` no blanksI just refute what you thinkA quite unusual thingYes it`s a mutual thingCos it`s the root of all things, and we end