Blackalicious — Do This My Way

[Verse 1: Lyrics Born] 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 Trampled the traffic cop Past the spot Where the ostrich got all props for the ocelot What I couldn't have bought 'Cause they wouldn't a popped it 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 of Sea anemones plus Saw the anatomy of A cast of ballerinas [Verse 2: Gift of Gab] Now I was walkin' down this one block Didn't hear a gun shot Smellin' hella nature Pickin' fruit off of a kumquat Tree, another day up in this life under the sunspot Light upon my innervision, searchin' for an unsought Territory, man-in-glory, days of the mental fury Inventory took and while I raise rain began to pour 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 blaze 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 [Hook: Lyrics Born & Gift of Gab] It's such a beautiful thing This musical thing When I can do it my way Ain't shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think A quite unusual thing Yes, it's a mutual thing 'Cause it's the root of all things, and we aim to be [Verse 3: Gift of Gab] To be the venomous instrumentalist, syllable, mystic man, traveller Skippin' through the bricks on a Wednesday into a city plaza Tryna make a 20 out of 15 pennies on the avenue The cold-hearted world creepin' on my destiny like salamanders Enchanters, 'cause I'm on that 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 to peers like cancer" On Prancer, on Comet, on Cupid, I'm Santa Got more flow than Flo Jo, I laugh Ho Ho Ho, got Jo Jo Dancer Punchlines, I'm a crunch time counselor, and a one-time champion for it A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation transform What the heck I come back for? Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards [Verse 4: Lyrics Born] We gon' bobsled off the Himalayas With a bottle of bop-shoo-bop blended with Baileys And a big ol' box of the latest compilations And then we won't stop 'til we hit the Appalachians To the Bullets Bargain Basement Then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin The ride 'cross that Oakland Bay Bridge A drop deposit in the tropic Caymans Makin' cakes that taste like theacrine Bacon, eggs, potatoes, raisins Plaintains, M&Ms, 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 umbrellas and Land smack-dab on backs of caterpillars that Take us to the top the Himalayas [Hook: Lyrics Born & Gift of Gab] It's such a beautiful thing This musical thing When I can do it my way Ain't shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think A quite unusual thing Yes, it's a mutual thing 'Cause it's the root of all things, and we aim [Verse 5: Gift of Gab] A lot of people follow shallow fellows, hollerin' 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 bound to feet and 'bout to beat the drama [Lyrics Born] Now he began to [?] 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 [Gift of Gab] Fleet of lots of band Climb upon the wall like Peter Parker Meter of the creed of darker regions, [?] season Oh but these are not the reasons for the grief And now proceed to outer-reaches How to keep the styles from seepin' outta me [Lyrics Born] They flew out, the fuselage had blew its top It’s do or die, the altitude would take a 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? [Hook: Lyrics Born & Gift of Gab] It's such a beautiful thing This musical thing When I can do it my way Ain't shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think A quite unusual thing Yes, it's a mutual thing 'Cause it's the root of all things, and we aim