The King's new clothes were made by his own hands

アーティストShabazz Palaces
作詞Ishmael Butler
作曲Ishmael Butler
With that moonlight on your mind,
you wonder what you'll find.
With the sunlight falling down,
you gots to find a sound.
With that starlight in your eyes,
you want to find surprise.
With the neon in your blood,
you move to find your love tonight.

One thing.
Clear some space out so we can space out.

Start light. Advance on your mind.
Anticipation excitement to climb.
Information, choice is a sensation.
New rules you can play with.
Blues you can shake them.
No ironies arise, no predictable surprise, no sarcastic satires,
just ancient patient beings seeing to it to get high.
New off the space shit dipped in punctuation.

Oh, it's crackin', it's your crew-up with your do-up.
It's certain to be working when you flirting with the two us.
And the kick's involved, the fix evolves, the mix revolves.

Dilemma of this bitch cliche rap's getting solved.

The ghetto sound sprawl,
it bounce wall to wall,
enthrall us and y'all.
It's music that choose up.
This prove it, we do's it,
you lose it, it's crucial.
All we do is answering the call to...


Clear some space out so we can space out.

I push the wave belt for dark blue.
Birds looking at me like who are you? Cat hat tilted.
Off my jewels with stars to then.
Every word come out my mouth just sparkles up.
Nigga, I wish you would,
you wish you could,
you think you should,
but you don't and you won't.
Yeah, have another drink, stop and think.
Look you fucking with the crew to get that ship to sink.
We don't "rah rah" in the club, we dance though.
Take a chance you know that we gots to dazzle.
They just clones tossing they own confetti.
When the plush crush through you just ain't ready.

I do it, be it, see it, feel it, and I free it.
And this shit I pop is heated 'cause I love it and I mean it.
So baby let's touch and agree,
fucking with me ain't no telling what you gonna see.


Ay, clear some space out so we can space out.


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