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