Starvation is a creation of the devil   a rebel   I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow   brinin' flowers to a grave in the middle   of the city isolation is a riddle   to be surrounded by a million other people   but feel alone like a tree in the desert   dried up like the skin of a lizard   but full of color like the spots of a leopard   drum and bass pull me in like a sheperd   scratch my itch like a needle on a record   full of life like a man gone to Mecca   sky high like an eagle up soaring   I speak low but I'm like a lion roaring   baritone like a Robeson recordin'   I'm giving thanks for bein' human every morning...       (chorus)   Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap   can I hear it once again!   Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend   every box gotta right to be boomin'   because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap   can I hear it once again!   Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend   every flower got a right to be bloomin'!   Stay Human!      Be resistant   the negativity we keep it at a distance   call for backup and I'll give you some assistance   like a lifesaver deep in the ocean   stay afloat here upon the funky motion   rock and roll upon the waves of the season   hold your breath and your underwater breathin'      To be rhymin' without a real reason   is to claim but not to practice a religion   is television is the drug of the nation   satelite is immaculate reception   beaming in they can look and they can listen   so you see don't believe in the system   to legalize you or give you your freedom   you want rights ask'em, they'll read 'em   but every flower gotta right to be bloomin'   stay human...   (chorus)      All the freaky people make the beauty of the world      You see Y2K ya know is a moment   in time we find that we can open   up a heart that's locked or been broken   by the pain of the words not spoken   or shot by guns a still smokin'   Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa   or drive by bang in Testarossa   we need to heed the words of Dalai Lama   or at least the words of ya mama   take a mental trip to the Bahamas   steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma....   (chorus)