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 inner vision searchin' for an answer   Heriditary, man-in-glory, days of the missile 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 Mahicans and the Sheikh   And traveled 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 traveler   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 crunch time Casper, and a one-time champion for it   A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation transform   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   [Incomprehensible]   In a big ol' box full 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   Then ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge   A drop deposit in the drop embankment   Makin' cakes that taste like Tecrine      Bakin' ex-potatoes, raisins, plantains, M and 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 propellers and   Jump out of the side with umbrellas 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 Saba fellow 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 down 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      Fleets 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 fuselage 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