Damn, this situation's new to me, why?
I see a head afraid to be himself,
I bet he'd like to have a little encouragement from the opposite,
come that side of the floor...Yes!
Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself,
steal his clothes, leave him his shoes,
let's get this marmaduke naked!
Everybody help me to make him feel at ease,
let's get this marmaduke naked
let's get this marmaduke naked
so lose your head and go to
pieces.....Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Oohh...Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves.
But, keep an eye out for the next complication.
In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke,
who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations.
I can't wait until the syllables bend.
Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke
naked...so lose your head and go to pieces!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, we'll be a hot dancer!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Who am I? I am I.
Shaft!
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Who are you? You are me!
Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft!
I'll get a new one, then!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
Shaft!
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Shaft!
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Up until this day;
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
Up until this day;
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
Shaft!
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Shaft!
Why can't I get it straight?
Shaft!
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
The evening began as a positive swaret
and my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
there'd be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
because the clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You'd best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way...yes!
I knocked upon their door
in hopes of bidding them their welcome
and instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
and shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?!
I wish I could've just kept to my own.
My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
so that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
I beg my common sense to keep my
neighbor out away from my front door
until i find a way
to hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one
..one away from the good one.
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly,
picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if?
What if I was just dreaming? What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves,
suddenly woke up and said,
"Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!"
Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away.
What if I was just dreaming? What if I lived in a pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg
and I did not want my pants to get dirty?
What if this, what if that?! Go!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my....PAIN! My pain!
Forgot to inject my... cocaine!
Forgot to apply my... rogaine!
Forgot to remember... my pain!pain!pain!
I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane!
I think I like being way the fuck outa' my brain!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
and I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One lump,two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
and I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partial to the meat,
when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsely,
and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of rice.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
Come Thursday morning, I smell the pits, but hey, they ain't that bad.
I could've sworn I bathed last week and I scrubbed like a good lad.
I like to stink just a little bit,
just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
that you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.
You took our lives away
to increase your self esteem.
An underlie in the public eye
. Your dubbed insane if and when you try to
speak your mind...IN YOUR OWN WAY!
Ignore the past and...
SPEAK FREE!
You smashed glass eyes just to say,
"It all is all that I need."
What you see
is a reflection of my choice
and what it means to me.
Trapped in your cell.
A mindless plot against own eyes
to simplify your hell
Just ease my pain!
(MMMMmmmmmmmm........ hemp?!)
Step outside the bounds and take a
big look at the times we live in.
Who appointed you?
You're just an avid image on my screen.
So take your bias point of view away from
my organic institution.
And now we D.A.R.E. to think ourselves!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answer's clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
You killed the very thing that keeps us
hanging on to our dear lives.
So, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us
just to kill your prophet now.
And with the coming generation at the torn seems
this is what you call progress..
I call it shame!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answers clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
What his law says.
What his law says.
What his law says may not be the stepping stone for you!
You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to ou dear lives!
Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker.
Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power.
Half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower!
You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass!
One for me, one for you.
Two for me, one for you.
Three for me, one for you.
End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
and the commoners were...
drunken upon the hillside
or so the story goes.
I guess she followed along
so she could...
watch their games!
Sink beneath the line little girl.
Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
and the crawlers emerged multitudious!
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway
just poppin a squat!
That's when she...
felt the squirms.
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd.
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere!
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside
and then she sat upon a bughill.
This was when things started to get rough.
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs
and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right!
They were biting her beneath the line.
She was a sitting on atop their shrine
I wish I could've warned her!
"She should've worn underpants!
There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit,
I can't believe it!"
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead.
Soliloquy, she was my...
A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend.
So then I fell in love with an irony named life,
it taught me this from that and...
a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time,
so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought,
maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
So I took a walk outside with my new
found friend and the knowledge imbibe.
I figured I'd find another with the same attitude,
yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself!
The doors are now swinging wide open,
a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket
had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time,
so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought,
maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time,
so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought,
maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!
You've got to be...HILIKUS!

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