[George Clinton]
And somewhere in the back of your mind
You answer yourself
As it is, so be it
If being is what it's about, I is
Maximum isness
It's my touch
[Shabazz Palaces]
When I arrive, it's like a slice up on the set
Lavished in honeys, but there's always more to get
I'm a conveyor, connoisseur, it's how I fare
The narrow-minded central label, this is flair
A fact is flare, plenty flavors, many layers
The anti-square, many laying in my lair
I'm from the race with the thief and the ba**
We're from the stars, whipping cars, spitting bars
Dipping stars, never lost, getting ours
And proving you was due to win
A room for you to do it in
A group for you to do it in
Dipping stars, never lost, getting house
And proving you was due to win
A room for you to do it in
Tonight, get it in is a true to sin
So don your gems, the night's about to bend your way
A dance song, dance off
Something you could put your hands on
It's bomb, that which is bomb never lasts long
It's my touch
[Flying Lotus]
Why you sitting there?
All I want to do is see you dance, girl
Clap your hands
I don't even want your loving
I just want to see your hands
(Hold them up)
All these n***as in the room
Standing with their hands up
Don't know the propaganda
Somebody better come over
Tell this b**h-a** n***as to bounce
Getting stars, getting ours
And proving you was due to win
I got a room for you to do it in
A group for you to do it in
From the stars, getting bars
And proving you was due to win
I got a room for you to do it in
A group for you to do it in
[George Clinton]
Running around the center of a square
Sitting in the corner of a circle
You can see it in your eyes
You don't have to lie
Want to take a ride
As long as we can fly